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