Police - The Shack Poem by Paul Warren

Near the sea on Spencer Gulf outside of Whyalla
Stands a number of shacks where the fishing matters
He had retired from his daily job spending his days
In his shack relaxing and fishing during these stays

One day he didn't turn up for a friend in the town
The friend thought it strange and to the shack went down
He found his friend dead at his table still sitting in his chair
After the shock he got a sheet to place it over him there

So he called the police and we went out to the shack
And the friend directed us into the kitchen to him back
The ambulance crew checked him out confirming his death
And we transported him back to a mortuary berth

So it ended for this ordinary father and grandfather
Who enjoyed his retirement fishing like no other
Sometimes death takes you when you least expect
In this case he went the way he wouldn't mind or regret.

© Paul Warren Poetry