When I Hear The Sirens

When I Hear The Sirens

When I hear the sirens…I panic.

It’s the cops out on their morning call,

Saving the good guys and punishing the bad.

Oh yes they deserve their credit, but here I am

Hoping they do not find them in time.

When I hear the sirens...I shudder.

It’s the firefighters out on their evening job,

Controlling the heat and saving the trapped.

Oh yes they deserve their recognition, but here I am

Hoping the flames continue to burn.

When I hear the sirens…I weep.

It’s the paramedics out on their night run,

Healing the injured and caring for the sick.

Oh yes they deserve their praise, but here I am

Hoping their treatment does not work.

When I hear the sirens…I close my eyes

To remember all those I panicked for;

To recall all those I shuddered for;

To mourn all those I wept for.

But no one will do the same for me.

Here I am hoping the flames continue to burn...Copyright © 2005- MarcusObal. All rights reserved.