A Lifetime of Joy

A stark raving madman has strapped a bomb to a nine year old boy's chest. The boy is still in danger even though the man has been placed under arrest. I'm very nervous even though I work for the bomb squad. If I fail to deactivate it, the boy and I will both meet God. If the bomb detonates, he will die before being able to have a life. He'll never be able to shave, drive a car or take a wife. Only a monster could do something like this. I have to be calm even though I'm pissed. I only have thirty seconds left, this situation is extremely dire. Luckily I just deactivated the bomb by cutting the correct wire. People are patting me on my back because I saved the boy. Just knowing that I saved him will bring me a lifetime of joy. (This is a fictional poem.)