Sirens

Hear a siren passing by And thank your lucky stars Someone else’s problem Will not cause you any scars. For every passing ambulance Has someone in the back – A hit and run or overdose Or, likely, heart attack. You see the flashing lights go by And hear that plaintive drone, So fortunate that you’re not there To hear somebody moan. Yet every minute, every day, Emergencies occur; But if that siren’s not for us, That’s what we’d most prefer.