Written by: ilene bauer

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.