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"I'm Only Seventeen"

" Please God, Iím Only 17 "
The day I died was an ordinary school day.
How I wish now, that I had taken the bus.
But I was too cool for the bus.
I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mum.
" Special favour," I pleaded.
" All the kids drive. "

When the 3:15 bell rang,
I threw all my books in my locker.
I was free until 8:15 tomorrow morning!
I ran to the parking lot,
excited at the thought of driving
a car and being my own boss. " Free "

It doesnít matter how the accident happened.
I was goofing off and going too fast.
Taking crazy chances.
But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun.
The last thing I remember,
I was passing an old lady who seemed
to be going awfully slow.

I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrible jolt.
Glass and steel flew everywhere.
My whole body seemed to be turning inside out.
I heard myself scream.
Then suddenly it was quiet.

A police officer was standing over me,
there was a doctor too.
My body was mangled.
I was saturated with blood.
Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over.
Strange that I couldnít feel anything.

Hey, donít pull that sheet over my head!
I canít be dead. Iím only 17.
Iíve got a date tonight.
Iím supposed to grow up
and have a wonderful life.
I havenít even lived yet,
" I canít be dead."

Later I was placed in a drawer.
My folks had to identify me.
Why did they have to see me like this?
Why did my Mother have to face the most
terrible ordeal of her life?
Why did Dad suddenly look like an old man?
He told the man in charge,
"Yes, that is my child."

The funeral was a weird experience.
All my relatives and friends walked toward the casket.
They passed by, one by one,
and looked at me with the saddest eyes.
Some of the boys were even crying.
A few of the girls touched my hand
And sobbed as they walked away.
I wish someone could wake me up
And get me out of this casket!

My Mum and Dad are so broken up.
My Grandparents are racked with so much grief
that they can barely walk.
My brothers stare ahead like zombies,
And move like robots.
No one can believe that this happened to me.

Please donít bury me!
I have lots of living to do!
I want to run and jump again.
I want to laugh and sing.
Please donít put me in the ground.
I promise if you give me one more chance,
"Iíll be the most careful driver
In the whole world!"

"Please God, Iím only 17!"

"Author Unknown"


Please don't be just another statistic, don't be an idiot
and drink and drive.