A Firefighter's Funeral

The streets are lined with firefighters, Standing at attention, Their uniforms, so freshly pressed, Deserving of a mention. The flag-draped coffin then arrives, The silence absolute As, on command, each white-gloved hand Is raised in crisp salute. The widow, clinging to her kids, Is gently led inside. The church fills up, with all the seats And aisles occupied. The eulogy’s predictable – A hero died, of course. The same most likely would be said Of each one on the force. A firefighter’s funeral Is solemn, sad and proud, A fitting tribute to a soul Whose courage was unbowed.