Poem : Rescue 52

Rescue 52

Through the window of rescue 52 I see a different world
Daily I endure the constant battles of a two edged sword
Easily becoming disgusted by what I see
Feeling helpless in knowing it’s not up to me

Attitudes change quickly in a job like mine
Sometimes leaving me wishing I was blind
There are some rewards to being in my position
Meeting the kindest of hearts who only want compassion

Some things can never be explained and never will
Other things leave you thinking and wondering with a chill
Having been given the responsibility to lead the way
Makes this job worth more than its pay

– – – written by Cheryl Lassiter

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