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These poems have nothing to do with Hanson, (except the first one). I did NOT write these, the authors are below the poems. The reason I posted these is because I enjoyed them VERY, VERY much and I think most of you will too! All of the poems have been taken from Chicken Soup For The Teenage Soul I reccomend this book to EVERYONE, it is my handbook, I use it everyday. Anyway, on to the poems, Hope you all enjoy!!!
What is Success?
What is success?
To laugh often and much;
To win respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed
easier because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Someone Should Have Taught Him
I went to a birthday party
but I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
so I had a Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn’t choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I knew I made a healthy choice and
your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something I expected least.
Now I’m lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
“The kid that caused this wreck was drunk.”
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
“This girl is going to die.”
I’m sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive
that I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell Daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven to
put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have taught him
that it’s wrong to drink and drive.
Matbe if his mom and dad had,
I’d still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
I’m getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I’m so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me, mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say
I love you and good-bye.
-Retold by Jane Watkins
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