Susanne Bruschke
Cross the line
This young cop, he came, knocked on her door
With so sad eyes, telling nothing´s like before
It was his first day, he mentioned to her
She answered him with some words, kind and fair
"Please don´t say sorry, when people die
And don´t worry about a sudden goodbye
Such things are happen - it´s not your fault
You do your job and thats more worth than gold
Life will come and life will go
All between these two points is just a show
Sureley you´ll believe now, I´m cold as ice
But wait only a second and don´t despise
My attitude to any dark dead
If anyone died by violent hands or peacefully in bed
I can´t feel the sadness you talk about
I won´t fall down on my knees or cry very loud
Nothing could change through an action like that
So I accept it and I don´t feel too bad"
This cop, he left her, there was another call
He kicked her words away like a dirty old ball
Now he works for a unit of crime scene investigation
Sometimes he smiles quietly: No big sensation
Toutes les droites appartiennent à son auteur Il a été publié sur e-Stories.org par la demande de Susanne Bruschke.
Publié sur e-Stories.org sur 19.08.2008.
L´auteur
- Lire d´autres travaux de Susanne Bruschke
- Simply_another_view
gmx.net(Spam protégé - Ecrit s´il te plaît le eMail-Adresse par main)
Commentaires de nos lecteurs (0)
Choisissez svp
Contribution antérieure Prochain article
Plus dans cette catégorie "Quotitien" (Poèmes en anglais)
Other works from Susanne Bruschke
Cet article t'a plu ? Alors regarde aussi les suivants :
A new day - Adalbert Nagele (Quotitien)
I wish... - Jutta Knubel (L'amitié)