The Lonely Fire Hydrant

There’s a lonely fire hydrant that lives on my street

He just stands there silently screaming for some attention

And you can tell, why else would he be painted such a bight red

Its like he’s dying to be noticed yet screaming “Stop while you’re ahead”

Instead of drawing you closer pushes you further away

The red that makes him so unique is like a defense technique

Working against him

Im sure this wasnt his intentions

It was only for protection

See he knows that being vulnerable and open

Can leave you empty and broken

Cries of tire and hopes of fire float around inside

In need of someone to see past his tough exterior

But he’s trying to maintain his pride

So he just waits there ready to be used

In case of emergency he’s the one they cling to

He works well under pressure

When the flames call his name he rises to the occasion

After what feels like a life time of waiting

He matures into the mercenary who secretly needs saving

Its nobility at its finest

Humble he seems on the surface

Just glad to serve his purpose

Such a virtuous thing to do

In a life plagued by solitude

He adjust his attitude and make due

Jumping at any chance to show his skills

and show he’s not just some run of the mill

ordinary everyday cheap thrill

He puts in work so you know it’s real

He doesnt mind if you use him every now and again

It’d be a disgrace to waste all the good he holds within in

Then when he’s finish the unsung hero

Goes back to being a zero with major potential

For his honorable deeds

He pays the ultimate price

And still receives no credit for his efforts

All the while never complaining

There’s no use anyways

Over powered by the crowd

Loudly chanting the praises of

Brawny firemen arrogantly boasting as if

They’re to blame for this win

When in fact it was him…

The lonely fire hydrant that lives on my street

Standing there, silently screaming for some attention

Instead left empty and broken…

Sometimes I often relate to him….