DEAD END  By Cara
	It stormed a cold and rainy night. Although it was the mid of June. He drove away, no moon in sight, Not knowing what would come too soon. His drunkenness he did ignore. His truck then acted like a ski; He lost control, the road no more, And skidded off into a tree. No life did flash before his eyes; No chance of future kids or wife; His life did end before his cries. The alcohol did take his life. You drink and drive, so come what may, You may not see the bright next day.