written by 200 from 200 Weeks
Something a little different today. There’s no particular reason I reproduce this poem at this time other than I like it & there isn’t a bad time to think about those who have gone before us.
Not written by me (if you know who the author was, please let me know).
The Final Inspection
The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining.
Just as brightly as his brass.
“Step foreword now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?”
The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
“No, Lord, I guess I aint,
Because those of us who carry badges
can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Thought at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm their fear.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
but if you don’t…I’ll understand.
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
“Step foreword now, policeman,
You’ve borne your burdens well
Come walk a beat on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in hell.”
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Restating The Obvious






Recognition
written by 200 from 200 Weeks
So what did your force give you as a marker of your thirty years’ service?
I know of lots of people who have retired after a life of service to a particular company & get presented with some kind of memento by the company, be it a gold watch, a clock or a framed certificate.
This doesn’t appear to happen in the police service. I have no idea whether it happens in any of the other public services.
I’m not talking about a personal gift you might get from the team of colleagues you have personally worked with, who may chip in to buy some kind of leaving present. I’m talking about something given by the company as a little recognition for several decades of loyal service.
You get fuck-all in my force. Well, that’s not strictly true, you do get a pathetic little note which says you gave 30 years of your life with exemplary service, but quite frankly I’d be embarassed to show it to anyone, you wouldn’t know it was a certificate of service, it looks more like something that came out of the chief constable’s paper recycling bin.
So what happens in other forces, my regular retirees will know… so spill the beans!
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