Police - My Good Mate Col Poem by Paul Warren

You work together to form the strongest bond
Standing strong and sharing the dangers all along
Col was a young man with his life ahead of him
A marriage with a young daughter as his private hymn
But there are days when it is hard wearing the blue
And you look to one another to carry you all through
There was a time when he needed a supporting word
But he kept it to himself a move that seems to me absurd

His marriage broke down and the pressure was building up
It became a burden to carry that was too much in his sup
One night when the gun room of the station was unattended
He picked up the key and took a gun to have his life upended
He shot and it finished him off we found him lying alone that way
It hurts that he didn’t give us a chance to help take his burden away
Time marches on as we grow old to be left now with the thought
To help our mates who have stood with us as it should be wrought

© Paul Warren Poetry