Old Firefighter's Thoughts

The bones do creak and feel so weak

My muscles are so sore.

I wish I could and surely would

Return to days of yore.

When I was young and ran among

A crowd that didn’t tire,

We offered aid, fast trips we made

And put out every fire.

We helped the sick, arriving quick

To render healing care.

For it felt right both day and night

To make sure we were there.

But time moves on, my youth is gone

So now I reminisce

On days gone by and often sigh

For all those times I miss.

The wisdom gained from efforts strained

Now blesses me today.

I know I'm paid for impacts made,

Those gifts I can’t downplay.

It is my hope that I can cope

With challenges of age.

I hope I find that I’m more kind

While turning life’s next page.