Half-Staff
The mayor’s flag is half-staff high;
A fireman has died.
The tears that will be shed today
Won’t be the first ones cried.
Not many people die at work,
But firefighters do.
A job like that is one that just
The bravest would pursue.
Their families are left to claim
The honor they deserve;
And those of us outside their realm
Respectfully observe.
A firefighter’s funeral
Fills everyone with sorrow.
That half-staff flag reminds us
We won’t all be here tomorrow.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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