He walks among us, quiet and true,
Doing small things others rarely view.
A hand to hold, a door held wide,
A steady shoulder, always beside.
No banners wave, no praises sung,
No spotlight seeks the good he's done.
Yet in the hum of everyday,
He lights the dark in subtle ways.
The errands run, the tasks unseen,
The kind word offered, gentle and keen.
He builds, he mends, he lifts, he steadies,
A constant calm when life feels heavy.
Taken for granted, perhaps, by some,
Yet life feels lighter where he has come.
Dependable, quiet, a guiding star,
The heartbeat of help, wherever we are.
And though the world may overlook,
His quiet deeds write an open book.
For heroes need no cheering throng,
Their truth is in helping, steadfast and strong.
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