He’s the guy next door
a man’s man with the memory
of a little boy
He has never gotten over the excitement
of engines, sirens and danger
He’s a guy like you and me
with warts and worries and unfulfilled dreams
Yet he stands taller than most of us
He’s a Fireman
He puts it all on the line
when the bell rings
A fireman is at once the most
fortunate and the least fortunate of men
He’s a man who saves lives
because he has seen too much death
He’s a gentle man
because he has seen the awesome
power of violence out of control
He’s responsive to a child’s laughter
because his arms have held
to many small bodies that will
never laugh again.
He’s a man who appreciates
the simple pleasures of life
Hot coffee held in numb unbending fingers
A warm bed for home
and muscle compelled beyond feeling
The camaraderie of brave men
The divine peace and selfless service
of a job well done in the name of all men
He doesn’t wear buttons or wave a flag
or shout obscenities
When he marches,
it is to honor a fallen comrade
He doesn’t preach the brotherhood of man
He Lives it.
A Fire Figher is?
