An Ex Policeman Poem by Francis Duggan

With one daughter with children and a deceased wife
He was a Policeman in his working life
In the early morning he is walking the street
Perhaps he is on his imaginary beat.

Gray haired and gray bearded he walks proud and straight
'Tis not for the reaper that he feels he does wait
At heart he still feels he is a Policeman but his heart to him lie
Though a Policeman at heart he will be till he die.

He must be close to eighty this harmless old man
And near to the end of his given life span
With gaps in his memory some of his past he recall
And other things he doesn't remember at all.

A tall man one who would stand out in a crowd
He dresses so neatly and he looks so proud
He seems incorruptible his type now rare
And as a Policeman he was strict though fair.

In the early morning sun-shine he is one you will meet
A tall gray haired fellow out walking the street
His past as a Policeman he is living again
And as a Policeman at heart he remain.