"THE WRONG WAY"


A voice called from somewhere within,
Tempting, tantalizing, no resistance,
So very young, so little he knew,
He pushed hard to narrow the distance.

Sweet smile, yet eyes that saw nothing,
Charming words, how he used them well,
Meeting him, it tormented my own soul,
Can he be saved from this inner hell?

Controlled by his need to truly belong,
It took so little to lead him astray,
Such sadnesss from within this little boy,
Growing up, he will choose the wrong way.

Years go by, his Mother, oh, she did try,
She believed there was only good inside,
Denied him nothing, giving him her love,
He tested her, destroying her pride.

The telephone rings loudly in the night,
In silence, listens, he has much to say,
Charming words, how he used them well,
She so believed him, in every way.

Minutes later, how unaware she was,
That before this night was over and done,
He would steal a car, a joy ride take,
And be brought down by a policeman's gun.

Oh, how young and strong, this body,
Mind is shattered by the bullets blow,
In this coma, he will spend his life,
Unaware, that there is now only sorrow.

His Mother, my friend, I reach to her,
Tell me young man, how do I console?
Dead you are but still able to breathe,
It was not just a car that you stole.


Belda J. Lynds  ©