The Last Day
They had an argument before his shift
With a few angry words if you get the drift
And he put on the blue as was his way
Starting work on what became his last day
There was the peace to keep on the streets
When they were ambushed and gunned down so complete
And they rushed them to the Emergency Room
But their life ebbed away in this tale of doom
She saw the news and apprehension grew
And prayed to God it wasn’t true
He didn’t answer his phone and she began to cry
When they told her he had then died
They lined the streets for his funeral
As she told them of the day he fell
And when the pipes played and bugle sounded
She quietly sobbed as he was slowly lowered.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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