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15 YEARS OF LIFE SAVING PRESENTATIONS
Michelle in the presentation room at Government House
|Posted by ROADwhyz on August 19, 2015 at 11:35 PM|
A powerful poem sgared by a retired Seargent of teh NSW Police Force
ALONG THE ROAD.
Along the road you’ll see them, reminders of the loss,
Some flowers tied up to a tree and always there’s a cross,
You’ll see them on a highway or on a country lane,
I’ve seen them on some city streets, a souvenir of pain.
They’ll mostly be around a bend or where the road goes straight,
The reason for them being there is hard to contemplate,
But no matter what the story is behind the sorry tale,
It’s never easy to accept, it was all to no avail.
I’ve seen it close at hand, this carnage on the road,
I’ve told a mother of her son and now she bears a load,
For every day she’ll often think of where he could be now,
If only she had warned him, to slow him down somehow.
How often does it happen when the cross it represents,
A person who did nothing wrong, who committed no offence,
The driver then must live alone with his conscience and his thought,
And try his best to come to terms, his actions were for nought.
And now this generation with their text and mobile phones,
Have found a way of adding another few headstones,
And despite the constant warnings and the efforts of Police,
The road toll keeps on rising, I doubt that it will cease.
And for each and every cross, there are loved ones left at home,
Without the chance to say goodbye and left there all alone,
Alone with thoughts of happy days that will never come again,
They hold on to the memories to try and ease their pain.
But the crosses do remind us, how quick our lives can change,
Don’t take your life for granted, your fate you can’t arrange,
It’s bad enough to lose a friend, a relative or mate,
Let’s hope you’re not the next in line to reach the pearly gate.
So every time you drive a car, a bus, a truck or bike,
Remember when it comes to death, they are very much alike,
I could think of nothing worse than to leave here in my prime,
I’d rather be a minute late than be just dead on time.
Ralph Scrivens (Sgt. NSW Police Force, Retired)
11 January, 2015. Corrimal ©