Clash of Metal

Erin M. 16 Tatamagouche 

He lived on hard work
Sweetened with love
By a lady he called his own little dove

She lived on pure luck
With no love at all
With no one that cared
And no one to call

Their lives differ and they don't know each other
One has everything
And the other no mother

Late at night
Driving down the street
The tragedy of fate
When their two cars meet

They both died that night
Cold and alone
With the clash of metal
And the sound of a moan

From his family and friends
Sobs and cries you hear
From her family and friends
Not a sob or a cry not even a tear