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Last Kiss
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Soapbox Riding my cycle one day
A car pulled across my way
From my bike I was thrown,
I wished I had my helmet on.
I remember flying through space.
And landing on my face
Had I had my helmet on,
My casket could have been open.
If only I had not been remiss,
I would have had a face to kiss.
My mom could have seen her baby boy one more time,
Oh how I thought, “I would be fine”.
Now they take me to my final rest,
The women that I loved best,
Cannot gaze on this pulpy mess.
I see too late I was a fool,
Thinking a helmet wasn’t cool.
Wearing a helmet, not a day would I miss,
If knowing when it came to this,
Mom and my sweetheart could give me that last kiss.
