The Hero Poem by Madrason .
The Hero
The Hero is not the one
on a long haired white horse
that pulls a stunt again
the blunt one again
it is the one on the strain
holding on tightly
to that one grain
longing to be
together;
The Hero is the one
alongside a rusty car
patiently accepting
what's coming
and not running
to far......
away
but breathing it
in and out
per minute,
per hour,
per day! M
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