I am tough enough I heard you say
Just fronting up to duty every day
Seeing things that make others cringe
A cleansing ale is drunk sometimes in a binge
And I went from year to year
Whilst I held back all those tears
And during the night I see them still
The maimed and dead a butcher's bill
When you see me know this now
I stood for you in my know-how
And not complained just made it so
But when alone the emotion shows
There is no need to weep for me
My life I've made is plain to see
And when my final day has come
Say only of me RIP your duty is done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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