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was a boy I knew,
He was funny, sweet, and caring
And a good friend.
This boy I knew liked cars, whether they were old
I noticed, being an observant friend, that he liked
model cars too
and liked to make cars in shop class.
Once he told me he had a car, one that was red,
I thought that was cool, and that he was happy too
Itís not often a boy gets his own car.
This car was in my dreams once,
But the scene wasnít pretty, no, it was quite
A terrible dream made up by my overactive
One I couldnít seem to get out of my mind
A dream that worried me.
In this dream the red car was being driven down a
By this boy I knew, but something wasnít right,
He was swerving, and he was drunk.
The car was going too fast, and suddenly the boy
around a curve up ahead,
And smashed the red car into a telephone pole.
In my dream I was there, but I was like a ghost;
I saw everything that had happened.
The boy lay unconscious, the car horn blaring,
He was bleeding badly, and then I realized with
that my friend was dead.
The police came and so did the ambulance
I tried to scream, tried to yell, but couldnít
Instead I just cried.
I cursed the car you had driven,
Fortunately, it all went away one sunny afternoon
When I told you what was on my mind,
Now I donít think about that anymore.
Instead I wonder what will happen to that car
When it drives away from this high school, one last
How can I ever say good-bye to you?
I just have to remember the boy I once knew
And that I have to take a chance, I have to give
something to you,
I wonít see you leave in your red car
Despite that you told me once you didnít have it
But I will still picture it in my mind,
The car that took you to and from school, and drove
you through life.
This car will lead you down a different path, maybe
Or a job,
This little red car, will be one of my few
reminders of you
Iíll always remember you my friend,
Your laugh, your carefree attitude, the way you
made me smile.
Last year when you were there for me, no matter
Even when I thought Iíd lost you,
I found you were still my friend, that you had
really never left.
I always remember your stupid jokes, they always
made me laugh,
All the good times we shared will never be
It will still be hard to say good-bye, no matter
how I look at it.
This boy I once knew, who is sweet, funny, and
I just want this boy to know this,
I will never, ever forget you
And yes, I will miss you
I hope you will be successful in whatever you do,
I remember you once told me you wanted to take care of
I think that sounds good.
I just want to know one thing,
Will he remember me?
Only he knows the answer to my question
And if he does forget me,
I just want him to know, that Iíll be fine.
The car he had, that was red, will still be in my
mind when he leaves
and drives off into the sunset to a new future.
When he leaves for the last time, I want him to know this,
That you will always be here with me in spirit,
And I want to thank you, for everything youíve done
There once was a boy I knew,
This boy I knew liked cars, whether they were old or
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