I was in the same cadet course as Gerry
We were young men just starting on our life journey
In 1976 we were young constables learning the lot
I went to the country and Gerry was a speed cop
One day we started duty and we found out
Gerry was killed knocked from his bike without doubt
On his bike on the Red Hill bridge a collision occurred
A drunk driver hit him a fatal injury was incurred
I think of him now we are in our twilight years
With full lives of our good times and tears
But for Gerry there was none of this
His life was gone in his duty's terrible twist
Fate has a way of taking some people away
When young men do not have a choice to stay
I think of his mother who lost Gerry's father young
Then Gerry lost in duty just as his life had begun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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