A hero doesn't have a cape, a mask.
A hero doesn't wear his underwear inside-out.
A hero doesn't need to shout.
A hero sometimes needs to ask.
A hero can play a movie roll
That sweeps you off your feet.
With a single rhythmic beat,
Some heros can save your soul.
Heros don't need to have euros,
Dollars, pounds, or rubles.
Heros can even be part of trouble,
Of struggle, of tears, of fears.
In you, a hero builds a desire:
A love as big as the Tenerife.
A hero doesn't need to save a life.
A hero only needs to inspire.
My hero is not in my range.
He doesn't even know my name.
A hero saved me as I plunged into abate.
Now that he's left, at least I'm changed.
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The Left Side of my Brain on the Right Side of a Page
PoetryThis is a book of various poems written by myself. All rights reserved. Thank you. :-)
