I drove along a by-way,
my wife quietly beside me,
seeking peace and solitude,
we rode as two, together, as one,
when raced alongside
a driver as blind,
In haste and speed did he, his selfish deed,
In pride he delighted, he reveled in speed,
not knowing a thing,
that damage would bring,
My wife lay dying, her last request,
to drive her along, a beautiful stretch,
we swerved, we banked, and finally sank,
the river consumed,
our bodies exhumed,
The driver, oblivious, his act insidious,
never caught,
for the act he wrought.
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