Where Do Old Coppers Go Poem by Paul Warren

Is there a place where old coppers go
After we hand in our gear in the last show
The fleets been parked and booked off now
Fuelled up for the next shift or day for new know how

The uniform is for the last time put away
Never again to be a daily mainstay
And words used so easily then
Are retired as well in the end

Do you become part of a legend
When you enforced the law until your end
But once and while there'll be something
That connects again to the old days and back it brings

So who are you now sunset has come
As old ones now to sit in the sun
Where memories are held high
When old coppers remember their times gone by.

© Paul Warren Poetry