Hero With No Medal

HERO WITH NO MEDAL Could be you or me fallen out of the net. Just an old guy, down and out - Park bench newspaper-blanket : Drop a coin in his cup as I walk about. Never was any great hero - high-flown Lawyer,actor, preacher, top of the championship. Had a wife and two kids now grown - Now all gone - end of the line, end of the trip. Bad luck in his small shop business: Lost everything. Lost everyone. Not sorry. What was it all about? The hurry,the mess, The bustle, the scrimping, the worry? Could’ve been a drunk, a louche trying His luck as a gambler, a no-good-Charlie. They end up just as easiy lying On a park bench, but enjoyed the trip. See? His only possession is integrity. He faced his problems head-on, solo. Didn’t win, went down fighting his enemy. That’s called being a hero. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck Entered in Janette Fisher's Contest Holding out for a Hero