River of tears

He never wore his seatbelt even though it's a law here in Tennessee.

I begged him to wear his seatbelt but he never listened to me.

We went to a person's house on Christmas eve who was throwing a big bash.

On our way back we had a bad crash.

I was wearing my seatbelt and I was still alive.

But when I looked, I saw that my friend didn't survive.

At his funeral I cried a river of tears.

Life would be so much better if he was still here.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem but it could easily be true.

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