Good
It was good, he said, for them to get together
He was the high school heartthrob
She was the high school beauty
Together they would make a great team
It was good, he said, to cut class once in a while
The world was passing them by
While they sat stuck in a classroom
At their age it was all about freedom not books
It was good, he said, for them to have sex
They would make music together
They would fit perfectly
After all everyone was doing it
It was good, he said, to get rid of it
At seventeen who wants to be lumbered with a baby
Their lives stretched ahead of them
Why ruin it because of one mistake
It was good, he said, to go to the party
Never mind if her parents didn’t consent
Sneak out when everyone is fast asleep
And meet me at the corner by the willow tree
It was good, he said, to be bad once in a while
To borrow dads car with out permission
Without a licence
That’s what life is about, taking risks, living on the edge
It was good, he said, to have a little drink
To take a little pill
To get a little high
To get a little wild
It was all good, he said, he wasn’t drunk
Get in the car, turn the music up
Wind the windows down
Feel the speed, the wind in your hair
They were found an hour later
Wrapped around a tree
A violent end to two young lives
And that wasn’t so good after all.
Labels: Poetry, Sunday Scribbings
posted by hundred and one at 10:51 am
14 Comments:
Great, thought-provoking prose poem. I wonder how many of the things we judge "good" in the moment turn out ot be "not good" in the final measure. More than we like to admit, I'm sure.
Well done, -- the two sides of the same coin.
Very thought provoking.
I will sahre it with my daughter.
I loved the form in which you told this tale.
Such a sad, tragic story, so beautifully told. Well done!
101,
There is a lot of insight in this piece as well as truth.
A succinct story, painting a vivid picture.
rel
I've thought of this since reading it yesterday. Nicely written.
Yeah. I love where you went with the prompt. You captured the angst of peer pressure with a few sentences.
This is a great poem! I like the way one "good" decision leads to the next, escalating to the final tragedy.
Good is always relative, and words are dangerous.
Amazing yet scary how life can change from one minute to the next. Thanks for sharing.
WOAH! That got me at the end. Very well written..
I agree with all above. I love the escalation of "good" things that are really "bad" things that end with the worst possible thing. Both an exercise in storytelling and a warning. Nicely done.
The good that turns out to be bad...very thought-provoking poem!
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