Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


My Heroes Or Heroines Do Good Deeds Every Day


The general public the legends create
The heroes or heroines we do celebrate
And if you wish to know what constitutes a hero or heroine ask someone other than me
For we all look at life one might say differently.

My heroes by the majority remain as unsung
And my heroes can be ageing, middle aged or young
My heroes or heroines not known in renown
They never do become the toast of the Town.

My heroes or heroines do good deeds every day
For to help others out they go out of their way
They do not do it for ego or honour or pay
Good karma awaits them one can only say.

My heroes or heroines of themselves never boast
And to them others never do drink a toast
For their acts of kindness they only are known
One might say they are in a class of their own.

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2008

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