Police - The Cycle Of It All Poem by Paul Warren

The crash meant they were dead
And I returned home to sleep
The baby was alone in a flat instead
And I returned to a family meet
The fire burned down the house
And I returned to wash the car
The arrest was made of the wife's spouse
And I returned to a party and drink a jar
The baby died of SIDS in the afternoon
And I returned to read a book
The cycle of it all started again too soon
And I returned to life's usual hook.

© Paul Warren Poetry