Life in Prison

Why did I drink tonight?
A question I can not reply.
For if I told you just any answer,
I would be telling you a lie.

I can not take back what I just did,
To any innocent father and son.
My drinking cause my stupidity to shine,
Now look at what I have done.

I sit on the side of the road,
Looking at the mess I made.
Bursting into cries of sorrow,
The memory seems not to fade.

Busted glass thrown on the ground,
Wheels rolling down the street,
Two innocent people wrapped up in a terror,
A memory I wish I could delete.

The people all around me are cursing,
Screaming, "What the hell have you done?"
I sit in awe as the paramedic's role by,
Realizing that this was no fun.

A bloody nose and a broken arm,
Are not my only problems tonight.
It's the fact that I hurt two people,
Who weren't even ready for a fight.

I walk away handcuffed from behind,
And glance once more at my crime.
The judge said words I didn't comprehend,
Except, "Life!"would be my time.