While driving down the road at 65 or so <br /> In a zone of 40 or, (you'll) crash you know <br /> I missed the turn <br /> And took to learn <br /> My hand was broken <br /> My breast was seat belt stricken <br /> Two ribs was crackened <br /> My right foot was almost smashened <br /> My nose with a hair line split <br /> Not needless to say my tongue partly bit <br /> Waken to headaches and pains with many wonder <br /> My dad looked frightened as he drove like thunder <br /> Rushing me to the code blue of slumber, <br /> X-rays to X-rays my dear did I do <br /> My mother-sisters-and friends looked too <br /> As in fright of my blurry eyesight <br /> Bloody was I, not gloom to foresight <br /> Thanks also to a neighbor to think so quick <br /> To help pull my weak body from that terrible ditch. <br /> A lesson was learned, God was in my worst unturn.<br /><br />Jerry Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-at-18/
