There was a time when I thought I was strong
And nothing could hurt me and I'd get along
They gave me this blue suit and it made me a superman
And I would always be able to handle everything in a plan
Then I met a parolee one night who was spitting on people not right
So we went up to him and questioned but he wanted to fight
He punched me in the face knocking me to the ground
And ran off into the night without looking around
So they took me to the hospital and they fused my neck
And so instead of a superman I'm now a wreck
The moral of this story is plain to see
Don't be complacent and think it can't happen to me
© Paul Warren Poetry
A smart write.. asking people especially the men in uniform I guess to be alert all the time.. for us common men, you men in blue will always be the superman. thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoying the poem... It's give me some different feeling... Good toch... Thank you dear poet