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.
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Janette Fisher's Contest Holding out for a Hero
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