THE LAST ALARM
My father was fireman. He drove a big red truck and when he`d go to work each day he`d say, "Mother wish me luck." Then Dad would not come home again `till sometime the next day. But the thing that bothered me the most was the thing`s some folks would say, "A fireman`s life is easy, he eats and sleeps and plays, and sometimes he wont fight a fire for days and days." When I first heard these words I was young to understand but I knew when people had trouble Dad was there to lend a hand. then my father went to work one day and kissed us all goodbye but little did we realizes that night we all would cry. My father lost his life that night when the floor gave way below and I`d wondered why he`d risk his life for someone he did not know. But not I truly realize the greatest gift a man can give is to lay his life upon the line so that someone else might live. So as we go from day to day and we pray to God above say a prayer for your local fireman. He may save the one`s you love.
