A Hero Poem by Cee Bea

A Hero



I was proud… he was right,
a thousand days till sunday proud

of this gentle man's accomplishments

here in this great big world
where the gauge is often
mapped by the seismic,
he challenged himself and won

though the victory, and a victory it was
did not belong to me

it felt like it

And the beaming smile I grew
reflected one of the
large moments of my life

Today my friends
the sun shone a bit brighter
leaving a hero in its trail

Sunday, December 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: heroes
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