A Doctor's surgery in North Adelaide
For an examination for me to make the grade
Perusing my X-rays and medical reports
Sitting with the doctor with his ruling retort
He takes his glasses off and looks at me
So serious this will not be good to see
Your days of chasing villains are over chief
And so his diagnosis has changed my brief
Assaults in the job has put paid
To any operational work or escapades
A neck fusion resulting from a parole
This last years of policing no longer to be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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