Another day, different than those in my past,
Today I’ll be gone, for it is my last.

Crisp and clean is the uniform I am wearing,
The badge upon my chest is brightly shinning.
My last briefing I go, nothing different, always the same
The cases are read, always boring, so mundane.

To my beat I go, waiting for dispatch to give a call,
Again and again, I go and answer them all.
A burglary here, larceny there, I am really tired,
But just two more hours and I’ll be retired.
I have been told that I am getting complacent
So what! Can’t you see, my mind is almost spent.
I’ve done my job, I’ve served my time,
My career is almost over, then I will be just fine.

The call comes out, the City bank alarm,
10th time this month, I’ll take it myself,
Just like before, there will be no harm.
I stroll to the door, just as they run out,
Guns in their hands, no time to react.
I don’t hear the blast, the blood starts to flow,
1 more hour, almost there, as my eyes begin to close.

Another day, different than those in my past,
Today I’ll be gone, for it is my last.

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