A Reporter\'s Life

When I appear at the scene of a fatal car crash,
I never no what to expect.

But it is my duty to do the report,
With or without respect.

Iâ??ll never forget the images,
Theyâ??re tattooed into my brain.

The blood, the guts the bones so white,
While Iâ??m standing out here in the rain.

They scream and shout- you canâ??t film this,
And while with them I just want to cry.

This is the burden that comes with my job,
So many that I have seen die.

I wish I could say that it ends with a smile,
But really it ends with a tear.

If only sheâ??d been more careful,
And if she didnâ??t veer.

The young and the old,
Thereâ??s no telling who.

I stare and I watch,
Thereâ??s nothing I can do.

You try and prepare before at the scene,
But it hits you once you are there.

The screams that surround you,
Or just the death in still air.