Sonnet For Our Superman

(I saw someone post a poem recently about Christopher Reeves and it reminded me of this oldie of mine) He didn’t come from Krypton. . . was not sent to earth with any special kind of power. He wasn’t a reporter named Clark Kent, but like that role he played, he didn’t cower when struck by his own brand of Kryptonite named quadriplegia, which couldn’t stay this fellow who inspired with his might, enduring trials bravely day to day. He did not have Lex Luther as a foe but fought for what was right, so now we grieve because this hero that we came to know was taken from our world. Dear Mr. Reeves gave a human face to a fictive name, then went back to the place from whence he came. For PD's Contest: "My Latest Poem on the Soup" (naughty PD, I had only three to choose from, all the others were in contests,but this is sure a unique way to do a contest!!)