This poem of comparison is dedicated to our troops, firefighters, EMTs, police officers and all those who dedicate their lives to us. Thank you for your service.
I’d love to re-write the third stanza to make it gender neutral – there are so many women that serve, too. Anyone have any ideas for the rhyme, there?
Your hands are rough with every touch,
While mine are hardly worn.
And you just want to know we care,
We, sadly, sometimes scorn.
Your bodies, spent, most every day,
You do it for us all.
But we stay home and rest ourselves,
While you answer the call.
I’m sorry that I oft’ forget,
Although you never can,
Of all that you have sacrificed,
For you are quite the man.
Thank you all for what you do,
For that we can’t repay.
We owe to you most everything,
Your service brings, each day.