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Touch Of Love Poetry
Till My Last Breath
© Dee Mathes-September 26,2001
I walked through the crumbling metal valley, and fear fell upon me
A terror was brought to my soul, with gray swirling darkness
No time to say goodbye, no last kiss, I grab at the swarming cloud that surrounds me and choke with my last breaths
With my last touch I reach for a hand, a cry from my fellow man.
I cannot save this soul, I can only try in the last minutes
of our lives to bring comfort
This is who and what I am
My life has had one direction, responding always to the call
Each day I reach out, today is no different, I crawl to your cries
I cried at what man has done, took my last breath and held a hand
This is who and what I am
Fireman
To each that serve let us not forget they are not only the firemen that serve, they are....
Father - Brother - Son
Mother - Sister - Daughter
Neighbor - Friend
From your country....Thank you
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