A Policeman Dies. Poem by Michael Gale
A Policeman Dies.
A bullet to the chest...
Don't know, that, he'll pass the test.
The test of life, his-given up for the law...
Only because, he answered the call.
He leaves behind a family of three...
A wife and a daughter, and son, they be.
They be sad, at his passing...
Sadness forever remembered, ever lasting.
Lonely hours into minutes, then ten...
That father's name, was Ben.
This man will be honoured, by officers, be many...
His time here is up, His time-gone-minutes-not any.
Memories his-Life was good...
His many career's, exploits of bravery,
Long over-due, by Hollywood.
A sad, somber poem for a sad, somber day(9-11) . A solid 10 * * * * * * * * * * for a public protector of life who lost his own doing his job....Good Write, Michael. Frank\FjR
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4/25/2024 6:17:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Michael, you touched my heart, thank you. My love is a federal officer, so it really hit home. Again, thank you. Be blessed! 10!