Heroes

I walk down the white, antiseptically clean halls. Tears flow unrestrained, freely down my face. I look to my left , and back to my right . What greets my watery vision, tears at my heartstrings. Genuine smiles from the faces, and bright eyes of hope and wonder. Mere young ones, who should be playing in a meadow, with grass and trees. Alas ,their meadow is, clean walls , and white tile. Their wildflowers, the fragrance of alcohol. ...........Yet they smile, and dream,and Love. They never hit a thousand home runs, or threw, the game winning touchdown. Never won a war, oh but they do fight, for their lives. And still they smile, ............my Heroes.