What does service mean to me
I think doing those things others won't see
The dealing with people others won't meet
Or even want to talk with or to greet
The endless hours in the middle of night
The calming down when others want to fight
And picking up the pieces of death and destruction
Knowing it was needed for families to function
When you do the tasks that others can't or won't do
Until the end of service and all this is through
I just sit back and now count the costs of it all
I want to consider what it means in its call.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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