Police - I Was There Poem by Paul Warren

What do you see when you look at me?
Just a copper who gives you a ticket you didn't want to see
Or someone who spoils the fun when there's fun that is so mad
And I am the butt of jokes when you think fun is there to be had

But I was there when you cried when death took your son
I was there when you were trapped in a car as your rescue begun
I was there when your daughter was missing that day while you worried
And when I found her you broke down and to your arms she quickly scurried

And I was there with you as you sobbed and I shed a tear
Knowing that your loss was sometimes more than you could bear
And know this of me whilst you and your family is at home
That I will be in your street whilst criminals will roam.

© Paul Warren Poetry