Thursday, April 7, 2011
A EMT Poem
Oct 31, 2004 - © Robert Moyer
I am Sorry if I woke you in the middle of the night,
But someone in my community is fighting for their life.
Sorry if I block the road and make you turn around, But there's been a bad wreck with dying persons strewn across the ground.
When you see me coming you'll have to understand, Lend me the right-of-way - so I can save the day.
Somewhere a child is choking, somewhere a broken leg.
Sometimes a heart stops beating, but when I get there it's far too late.
So if you see me crying when I think I am alone,
You'll know I had a "bad" one and I am feeling mighty down.
I don't do it for the money or any form of gain.
I don't do it for the glory, but for a life that might be saved.
Somewhere deep within us, our souls cry out loud.
I am here to help my neighbors in their hour of need and doubt.
God gave me something special to help see you through,
I do it because I love you, and I care about you too.