A Soldiers Verse

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That Very Last Drop

I can't believe he's driving,
Light beers or not.
He's going to pick his son up from scouts,
After drinking that very last drop.

I wonder if his wife knows,
He was drinking before he goes.
To the scout hall to pick his son up,
After drinking that very last drop.

He doesn't feel drunk,
Or so he thinks.
Yet his eyes tell the tale,
And his breath still stinks.

As he heads down the road,
And at the scout hall he stops.
After being at the pub,
And drinking that very last drop.

His son gets into the car,
A good day he's had.
Dad is very proud,
Of his special little lad.

As he heads off down the road,
And at the traffic lights he fails to stop.
After being at the pub,
And drinking that very last drop.

As he explains to the police,
"It happened so fast,"
As the other car came towards them,
There was a smashing of glass.

As the cars crunched together,
With a screaming of steel.
Nothing will make him better,
There's one wound he cannot heal.

At his own sons funeral,
He tries to talk but he stops.
How can he explain,
Drinking that very last drop.


By: Heath G. Schofield

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