Tragedy

He only seeks the pleasure of the ride

little thinks he of costs that he might pay.

Off he jaunts, no matter night or day.

He thinks he's safe, if luck is on his side.

He grants to some the power to destroy,

in what might be the blinking of an eye.

They look both ways or so they try,

But still they cannot see this boy.

He rides atop a coffin with two wheels

never knowing what may be his fate.

If someone doesn't see, it is too late

and he or she a priceless treasure steals.

All is lost because of a mistake.

Too late for something to be done.

One didn't see, another one is gone.

Tragedy it is, for heaven's sake.

So many gather weeping for the life

unlived, and all the years

this boy had left. So many tears,

he left behind a baby and a wife.