A Sonnet To Heroes

I know the best of my years lie behind me, Forever trailing into the distant past; As curtain falls, I search about for the cast Of towering figures I no longer see. But why? Have they died? Have they put out to sea? Were they drowned by Sirens, unbound from their mast? How do you think it could have happened so fast? My giants are dwarves reaching up to my knee. In the long march of time, far seems very near, Through the fisheye lens that I keep in my mind, And mem'ries are never quite what they appear; In the past, up is down, the front's in the rear, And heroes you thought that you always would find Shrink year after year until they disappear.