"A River Wide and Deep" In shirts of blue in the dark of night They roll to wrecks and danger Before the aid car arrives on scene They comfort injured strangers Troopers are the idol of children who dream Of one day driving a white troop car Kids want to be like the troop with a car so white it gleams But how things look in life is not the way things are A trooper rolls to things that most never want to see It’s a blue shirt first at every crash and every kind of scene It’s the broken glass and crumpled metal and bad fatalities And a uniform dirty and wet, far far from clean. A trooper with a few years on Has seen the best and the worst in people And the number of friends the trooper trusts Dwindles down to digits single. Oh, lots of people talk and brag That they are going to become a trooper But when the chance is on the table, They choose to be a plumber. There are a few, a vital few, Who wear the badge and live the life. Who work the nights and weekends too And don’t complain though the cost is high. There are those that talk and those that do A river is wide and deep between the two. Lots of troopers pay the price And proudly wear the shirt of blue. By Tom Brosman
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 17:21:39 +0000