Late night driving, always on the go.
I felt a big thump, then I thought Oh No!
Should I pull over, or continue to drive.
To check if that thump, was dead or alive.
I drove on and on, not able to go back.
But I was not driving a car, but rather a Mack.
There was no wide area for me to turn around.
In a truck you can drive many miles.
Before one is found.
Next morning I read in the local news.
The police knew nothing about it.
They just had no clues.
My conscience was getting right out of hand.
I must turn myself in, and see where I land.
To prison is where I truly deserve.
Why didn't I slow down, or suddenly swerve?
It turned out to be a prominent man.
The thump that I hit, was a guy they called Dan.
He was out after dark, just having a stroll.
His wife warned him to be careful,
"Don't step in a hole."
So he wandered across, to my oncoming truck.
Which plowed him right over, a case of bad luck.
Just shy of the woods, where his body was found.
A hiker saw Dan, but he heard not a sound.
He stared at the body, and knew it was dead.
A trickle of blood ran clear down his head.
This hiker was not quite sure what to do.
By now Dan's body was cold, his face turning blue.
So the hiker decided to be on his way.
And leave the rotting corpse right there to decay.
The buzzards now circled above in the air.
It just made no sense, it didn't seem fair.
"Buzzards gotta eat too." Jack Nicholson said.
In a movie called" Goin South"
It had stuck in my head.
But for Dan's loved ones, this was no way to go.
They all had high hopes for him.
He was the star of the show.
A promising young athlete, an outstanding scholar.
There will be no gold medal,
to hang around his collar.
What a shame to think of what might have been.
This story is so depressing, no good way to end.
About this poem
A story about the tragic ending of a future Olympic star. The poem is fiction. I just made it up.
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