The One Job

The one job, 

that can change it all, 

with the help of God, 

I can embrace the fall.

To get the danger off the streets,

to ensure the safety of the people,

they can walk with synchronized feet,

to gather around the steeple.

The oppurtunity may come and go,

but this is our time to shine,

to protect those who come to and fro,

the ultimate job is mine.  

 

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