Do you hear the sirens and see the flashing blue lights
When you wake early in the morning before first light
And hear the weeping as you stand
When a face appears without command
Does a voice remind you of the night
When you fought hard for another's fight
And now when the silence takes a hold
Do you get a shiver and your blood runs cold
Do you see the dwindling faces
Of mates who have run their own races
And in your gathering eventide
Do you wonder as your years fade.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well conveyed poem....... Truly fabulous......5 stars*****