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Poem: A CO’s day at work

This poem details the stresses and dangers correctional officers face every day they serve the public

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In this file photo taken Jan. 28, 2016, inmates mingle in a recreation yard in view of COs, left, at the Monroe Correctional Complex in Monroe, Wash.

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Calling all poets! CorrectionsOne’s poetry column highlights some of the inspirational, moving and funny poems authored by our readers.

This month’s poem was written by Sgt. David Cardinal who has 23 years of experience working in corrections.

“I wanted to write a poem to highlight some of the struggles and sacrifices that go largely unseen by people outside of corrections, and to show those of us who commit to serving the public the understanding and appreciation they rarely receive,” said David. “Divorce, addiction and suicide plague our line of work. Then those who make it to retirement often only live long enough to enjoy their retirement for about 10 to 15 years on average. The least they deserve is better understanding and appreciation from the public and recognition as a member of the family of law enforcement.”

Email your submissions for consideration to editor@correctionsone.com.

A CO’s Day at Work

Off to work today I must go

Radio, key, and OC on my belt

My fate unknown always in tow

Each cell I pass a chill can be felt

Knowing of each crime they’re convicted

With having little thoughts for their prey

The intense horrors they have inflicted

It is the victim for whom we must pray

Nearly each day our abuses abound

Verbal and physical assaults may transpire

Understanding only from those we’re around

New staff arrive and we endeavor to inspire

We treat each inmate with respect and compassion

These that are society’s most difficult and vile

The toll it takes altering humanity perception

As our watch comes to an end we must reconcile

Thoughts returning to my children and their mother

Desk phone rings and each of us has a look of fright

The supervisor says he has to force, please not another

Yet another day I won’t get to kiss my kids goodnight