
Hero
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read
As a kid I dreamed I’d be
a super-powered anything;
not so much a will for power
as it was a way for love.
The hero never got the girl,
but he loved her from afar.
Now that I am old I know
it was not about the girl.
It was bigger, so much simpler.
I gave up that cape long ago,
feats of strength beyond me now.
But for today if I can just
show up to hold your hand and cry
with you, that will be enough.
The hero never got the girl,
but he did save the world.
If you’d like to support the poet’s benign coffee addiction: Coffee.

