He is a hero of mine.

He is one of many granted, not all of them male,

not of all them perhaps the typical heroic type,

some have even let me down

as I have let them down

but I have never stopped loving them

for in each person, I see the hero

trying to burst free, trying to live up to the ideal

set down by the first

and it is a heroic nature that eludes me

completely and without favour.

 

You are a hero, you are someone I admire

and even when the day is lost, shattered to the winds,

I still see the champion of a single deed

single handed take on the world.

 

You take on the world, you fight on, you fight

for your belief and for the cause to vanquish

the desperado and the rogue

for if you don’t, if you should even falter

for a single minute of heroes of mine,

just exactly happens to the world

as it crumbles and turns to dust,

that the felon should win and the bully

smile with graceless charm?

 

You are my hero, each one who shines

with a brightness so incredible, each who refuses

to give way and leave the world to chance,

that leaves the world at the mercy

you are my hero…

 

Ian D. Hall 2015