Hero

No man is a god, fit to worship There are no gods among fools of men There are no men of honour For it truly is a dying breed That poet's still remember And in there words our hope lives Neither memory nor dream, Forgotten rules of courtesy. For truth and beauty, Hope and grandeur. Questioning of mans belief’s Regardless of race or creed. And still the genteel poets wonder Where have the men of honour gone? Who let them fade away? Replaced by self seekers, Greed and strife, Truly for that is all it seems, That survived our hero's plight

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Beata Agustin

Date: 6/26/2025 2:16:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A

Date: 1/26/2016 11:04:00 PM

REBECCA, A great pleasure to find and read the inspiration poured from your pen today. Love ** SKAT **

Arany P.

Date: 2/10/2009 4:06:00 AM

heros we seek! beautiful one... ~ Arany

Amy Swanson

Date: 2/9/2009 9:01:00 AM

Excellent write Rebecca, truly where have the heroes gone. A great poem that provokes thought, I really liked it. :) Love, Amy