Fireman

My fire pager disturbed my sleep

I peeked out the window, to see why it beeped

A big red fire truck ventured out into the night

I watched it pass by with its flashing red light

Just then an old memory came to mind

I was a child, around eight or nine

When I grow up, I want to be a fireman, I thought

From that moment on, I was forever caught

Fighting fires and saving lives was the life for me

Never imagined life in a wheelchair is my destiny

This is no way for a fire fighter to live

Not when I have so much more I want to give

So now I sit and watch the big red truck go by

While an uncontrollable tear or two floods my eye

With the Captain’s spot filled, there’s no need for me

Reasons to keep on living are hard to see

No one wants a fire fighter who is lame

I’ve lost my dream, to fight the flame

If I go to Heaven when I die

I hope to give firefighting, another try

~Dave