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