Just Reward
The police officer stood and faced his Maker,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, police officer
how shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To your Maker, have you been true?"
The police officer, with squared shoulders, said
"No sir, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry badges
can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny,
that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed by a cry for help
though at times I shook with fear,
and sometimes, please forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm their fears.
But if you have a place for me here,
well...it need not be too grand.
I never expected or had too much
so if you don't...I'll understand."
There was silence all around the room
where the saints respectfully stood.
As the police officer waited quietly,
for the judgment...bad or good.
"Step forward now, police officer,
you've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell."
-Author Unknown-
I would like to add: If you know the Author of any of the poems
or stories where I have put Author Unknown, please send me the name
and I will add it.
Thank You.
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