The end of my career is quickly drawing
My work I love and sometimes hate; still I
hold it dear.
I am a cop it is in my blood – can’t imagine
it another way.
Law enforcement has been my life but forever
I can’t stay.
Can’t begin to tell you all that I’ve seen –
every side of life;
The good, bad, the indescribable; people in
all type of strife.
I thrive on order and prefer things to be
black or white,
But it never seems to be that way, its
In my work into the very presence of evil I
Yet in some strange sense I feel that I am
working along with GOD.
For the underdog and the down trodden I have
a soft spot in my heart,
And I hope the same for my successor when
from the job I depart.
That tough crusty old shell which I’ve worn
over the years -
It’s now wearing thin, has some holes and is
harder for it to hold back tears.
I guess it did its job, containing my
emotions and protecting me from hurt,
But as resistant as it was, sometimes even
it failed to work.
Yes it is time for this old cop to retire
and bid the job farewell.
“Would you do it again?” A question I’m
often asked to dispel.
I honestly don’t know, but I think I just
Because it has been a honor to be a “blue
© Kent Fletcher
October 8, 2010
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kent Fletcher retired as Deputy Chief of the Durham NC
Police Dept. He served with that department for 301/2 years. He is a graduate
of the 162nd session of the FBI National Academy and has an AA and BS degree in
Justice Administration from Guilford College. Writing short stories and poetry
has become a part-time hobby. He can be reached at