Fireman Jaywant kadam from Mumbai, Maharashtra India
Children holidaying flying kites in a line
Some playing cricket lazily pass the time
A young fireman in service came hurrying by
Went up a roof to work coming by
It was a routine affair, a regular call
This time it was to rescue a crow
It got snapped in the strings of a kite
The bird was released
It felt soon at ease
Went flying, flapping its wings all the way down
‘Twas the man who succumbed and fell too
For he slipped off the roof twenty feet down
On that fateful day he broke his head
The kids continued their games until dusk
The crow crowed and flew away unawares
A family ‘twas that lost their sole bread winner
A good soul he was, a life went fleeting by.
‘Providence of God watch over us’ we pray
Life goes about each day
May the fireman’s soul rest in peace
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My great uncle was a fireman all his life and a fire chief. It was a time when homes were heated by wood and coal and easily set fire. He got black lung from breathing smoke, but somehow lived a long and healthy retirement until he was 98.
Ron
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Well done!