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A Firefighter’s gloves A Firefighters Gloves hold many things From elderly arms to a kids broken swing From the hands they shake and the backs they pat To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat From the DWI who was on her way home And the equipment they use to roll back the dash From a family of 6 she involved in the crash The brush rakes in spring wear the palms out When the wind does a "90" to fill them with doubt The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow Of the face of a firefighter who mutters "What now" They hold inch and three quarters flowing one seventy five So the ones going in, come back out alive When the regulator goes; then there isn't too much, But the bypass valve they eagerly clutch The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars; The lives that they save never measured in dollars Are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold Or, so that is what I've been always told But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch Those are the things we all need so much They hold back the rage on that 3 am call They hold in the fear when your lost in a hall They hold back the pity, agony, sorrow They hold in the desire to "Do it tomorrow" A gloves just a glove till it's on firefighters Who work all day long just to pull an all-nighter And into the fray they charge without fear At the sound of a "Help" they think that they hear When firefighters hands go into the glove It's a firefighter who always fills it with love Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear And it seeps the glove and burns deep "in there" Off comes the gloves when the call is done And into the pocket until the next run The hands become lonely and cold for a bit And shake just a little thinking of it And they sit there so red eyed with their gloves in their coats The tears come so fast that the furniture floats They're not so brave now; their hands they can't hide I guess it just means that they're human inside And though some are paid and others are not The gloves feel the same when it's cold or it's hot To someone you're helping to just get along When you fill them with love, you always feel strong And so when I go on my final big ride I hope to have my gloves by my side To show to St. Peter at that heavenly gate Cause as everyone knows, firefighters don't wait
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