Ordinary Hero

There goes my hero, he’s ordinary, like in the Foo Fighters song Carries no airs or graces, makes me feel like I belong A family member perhaps, even a workmate, or friend Someone who can be trusted, on whom I tacitly depend There goes my hero, out in the rain mending a fence Standing at the back of photos not overpowering the lens Cleaning blocked up drains, unafraid to pick out nits Struggles in the charts for decades, without any major hits There goes my hero, she’s loving, rears her dead sisters child Puts the kid through college, works nightshifts and smiles Seeks nothing in return, a little thank you will suffice Salt of the earth person that only gives solid advice There go my heroes, all extraordinarily mundane Not looking for recognition having no time to complain I’m certainly not one of them, comfortable on my own ground Real heroes have stamina, going forward round after round Could be my hero’s Cobain who blew out his brains Cared damn all for money and even less about fame To Honor My Hero Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon 07/31/22