David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,412 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Heroes 2 - Poem by David Harris

When we were children
we all knew what we wanted to be.
We wanted to follow
in the footstep of our favourite hero.
Our heroes came from noble stock
and stood above the rest.
We wanted to grow up like them
walking tall through the world.

At a certain age reality kicks in
and we become who we are.
It is a lot different than
those heroes we used to adore.
We learn that heroes
are not such a special breed.
We pass hundreds of them everyday
and we fail to recognise them.

They have no super powers
or logos on their chest.
They dress like you and me
in tee-shirt and jeans
and when the chips are down.
A stranger will save the day
and then when everything has died down
the stranger will be on their way.


21 September 2010


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011


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