Police - Night Shift Poem by Paul Warren

The black of the night has closed everything in
It has been a night of fighting the wages of sin
Of a drunken brawls where the beer and drugs have won
And in a cell for some is a hard lesson done
A drink driver who should have taken a cab
And now will be walking that's a hard lesson had

The sun is starting to rise into the sky
Whilst it bleeds colour into the scene on high
You would like to think that your bed will await
Until the radio crackles into life for a job not great
An older lady has not woken up
And her husband is frantic and quite cut up

So it will be no rest and you need to do what's right
With a husband who doesn't want to face his plight
She had died and the struggle will be
For him to let us take her away at last to see
So as gently as we could we took her up
Whilst he gave a final kiss in a lover's sup

We spoke with his daughter about the terrible news here
And waited with the father whilst she made her way there
There were tears and such a sad scene
Of memories of a wife and a mother who had been
For us it was a rendezvous with a type-writer
For a coroners file with dreams of a bed as a fatigue fighter

© Paul Warren Poetry