When I think that there is naught good left in this world,
I remind myself of him,
Those of whose deeds are pure as gold,
As is the heart within.
If he lived in the time when tales were spun,
And knights still roamed the land,
He would have been the hero they sang about,
That none had even a hope to withstand.
The evil villains would run in fear,
Because they knew he’d stop at nothing,
To rid the world of all its wrongs,
And end the mindless suffering.
People of all ages, of every race, and of each faith,
Would come to him with their problems,
Where he would lend a listening ear,
Or a shoulder that they needed to cry on.
But, alas, he was chosen for our time,
And now his deeds go unnoticed,
But that doesn’t make him any less of a hero,
Just more so because he doesn’t mind being unrewarded.
Yes! Knights shall expect not for a reward but sometimes they get what they want: love and a smile. Lovely poem, opens the doors of dreams, thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes indeed credit is never given where it should. Especially when come to things of the good. Even more is his worthiness of appreciation he constantly denies. To live his life the best he can is all he tries. The skies take these hero's quite frequently unnoticed. To heaven they go by making a stand. In honor we should demand. A remembrance never to be remembered. No matter if it is a violent or a happy ending. Somethings in this world are worth defending. I would like to this is a great inspiring poem and thank you for it.