The Class Ring
by Steve Arnold

Close by the door he paused to stand,
as he removed his class ring from his hand.
All who were watching dared not to speak
as a silent tear rolled down his cheek.
All through his mind, the memories ran,
Of the moments they laughed and walked in the sand

But now her eyes so terribly cold
He'd never again have her to hold.
They all watched in silence as he bent down near
to whisper I Love You in her ear.

He touched her face and he started to cry
he put the ring on her and wanted to die.
And just as the wind began to blow
they lowered the casket into the snow.
This is what happens to many lives,
When friends let friends drink and drive.