Treasure Island

Bullion Grey

(12/28/1960 / Earth)

I Hope You Live Forever


My heroes are farmers without names,
Nuns and monks without possessions;
Laborers and ordinary individuals,
That endure life’s sufferings and fates.

My heroes are recovered addicts and alcoholics,
Disabled people who face daily their living limits;
Those who laugh and cry, move emotionally
Without harm to others.

My heroes have changed from super strength
Cartoons to ever enduring, subtle souls,
Artists who survived their dare with the arrows of life.

Because they exist, and ride this planet side by side,
For the length of their short life, are all marvelous,
Heroes of my mind.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Edited: Sunday, June 07, 2009

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