Paul Warren Poet Ballad

My Last Shift

At the end of my time I will see
The sergeant calling our muster so easily
And I’ll sit in the blue and feel satisfied
As I laugh and joke with my mates by my side

For the duties called will be the same
That I did for those years in the policing game
We would gather our gear and walk to the car 
To the blues fleets across the yard not so very far

I’ll book on and the operator will welcome me so glad
That I made it to heaven to never again be sad 
And I’d do my duty to the end of the shift
To have beers and tell the war stories if you get my drift

Our laughter will be heard loud and so clear
And I’ll be with my mates that I hold so dear
For there is no better thing to contemplate 
Then to be together again with my good mates.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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