The West Palm Beach Police
My hats off to the West Palm Beach Police.
Protecting the citizens every day of the week.
Putting their lives on the line for me and you.
If they weren’t there, I wonder what we’d do.
Often cops get a bad reputation
But if you look closely, there’s often an explanation.
Would you risk your life as they have pledged to do.
Or are you complaining how much they make for what they do.
If you get pulled over for speeding you’re just stuck
And say to yourself, why me, of all the luck.
But they’re just doing a job, being told what to do.
In their eyes they’re still protecting me and you.
I’ve had my share of encounters with the West Palm Beach police.
When the alarm went off in the middle of the night, interrupting my sleep.
And when it wasn’t a false alarm, and my business had been entered,
I was pleased how much they cared, I was at their center.
In recent years I’ve had the chance to have extended conversations.
With these brave Indian warriors protecting our reservation.
And what I’ve learned from them in these interludes
That you have no real idea about their attitude.
They see the worst of us on a daily basis.
And take it home with them and spoil their home’s oasis.
I wonder how they take it, every night and every day.
A brave commitment is what they have, this is what I say.
I’ve never ever tell you what caused me to write
About the West Palm Beach Police, which I wrote last night.
All I can say, is that they earn their pay, no matter what you say
And come the day, hope it not may, you’ll be the first to say
© 2012 Guy Chaifetz