Human Error





Human error
Is 97%,
Mechanical,
Only three.

Mine is 99%.
Randomly,
I've survived
On 1%
Of
Miracles.

My car,
Smashed
Into a ditch,
Shooting off
The motorway,
Somersaulting
In the black,
Tel Aviv night.

As I turned
Over and over,
I feared the worst,
My brother Bobby,
Had already
Crashed
And died,
But luck
Would have it,
I stepped out,
Unscathed.
My jacket,
Shredded.
My nose
Full of the
Windscreen
As I had inhaled
Its chunks of
Glass.

Arriving at
The airport,
To greet
My Dad,
He gasped
With joy
On seeing me,
Saying,
He'd felt
Something
Bad had happened
To me,
And where
Was my new car?

















Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-12-22 at 13:20

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grizzedram
Sounds like a bad accident. Luck (or fate) was on your side that night. Reminded me of my accident
2011-07-08



the only reason for humans to differ, is by our ability to do errors..and mistakes..buut most of all to have the ability to get stength back like you did. and have this courage to write about it ina very simple yet wise way.

my admiration for your words
and my happiness for your safety
bless you
keep it up
2010-02-10


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Esti...my condolences...what a sad tale...
It amazes me that you were able to write about it...


xxx Stan
2009-12-23


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
To error is to be human , so it is said ,
To try and consume the window screen ,
It could be said be dencherly changeling!

So pleased that you are ok.
Ken
2009-12-23


Rob Graber
Windscreens are not for inhaling... a terrible tale well told.
2009-12-22