Dustin Wright

4-14-80 7-25-97

Loving son, brother, grandson, and friend

I was a boy with everything

Big dreams, and big plans for the future.

I had lots of friends and had lots of fun.

I worked very hard my whole life,

but especially hard one summer.

My mother cried for me,

it was very hard for her to see her boy work so hard.

I kicked back after a long hard day with my co-workers,

and drank too much beer.

My mother cried for me,

she knew it was too much for a teenage boy to handle.

I was not smart enough to ride,

I had to drive too fast.

I had a terrible fiery crash,

My mother cried for me,

she did not know what would happen to her son.

The paramedics said they did all they could,

I was too tough for them.

My mother cried for me,

her son was gone, they could not bring me back.

My friends still drink and drive,

They never speak of me now.

I am too much of a reminder to them,

of how stupid their idea of fun is.

I died in vain,

They do not care how much she cries.