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Every year,
thousands of deaths are caused by reckless individuals that choose to drink and drive.  During the festive season please leave your car keys at home 'SO YOU'RE NOT TEMPTED'!

Is it really worth it?

Below is a poem that I found on the 'net', and although it might be pretty apt to place on the site,  I do not know who the author is, so apologies if it is copyrighted.

If the author finds this page, and wishes me to take it off please get in touch and I'll gladly oblige.


PLEASE TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO READ THE POEM BELOW.




I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
you told me not to drink, Mum
So I had a Sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.


I made a healthy choice,
and your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum
something I expected least.


Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"
Mum, His voice seems far away.

My own blood all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."


I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mum
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.


Tell sister not to be afraid, Mum
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.


My breath is getting shorter, Mum
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mum,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mum
So I love you and good-bye



Enough said!

 
 
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