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The Eclectic Pen - To Be a Hero (A Sestina)

By: Laron C. (icepigs)   + 5 more  
Date Submitted: 12/28/2006
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 248
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I’ve always dreamt of being a hero Doing things nobody else would dare. Alone in my room, I would sit And in my mind, the fantasy was clear Governments paying me with gold, People chanting my name in one voice. And in the crowd I would hear the voice Of the beautiful maid in love with this Hero Her emerald eyes and hair of gold “Kiss him! Touch him!” her friends would dare To me, it would be clear Deep in our heart, our love would sit But alone in my room, I still sat The only sound was my own voice Fantasy would fade and reality would become clear I’ll never be that Hero Only in my mind would I dare I would never strike gold. I dreamt of jewelry made of gold And people to serve me where I sit Let me dream, if I dare Of the soft lilting voice The woman who calls me Hero The love in her eyes is clear I grew up and my vision cleared And I no longer dreamt of gold I didn’t want to be that hero That I invented as a child when I sat Fantasy shattered the first time I heard that voice Gasping for air as her little lungs would dare To be a father, I did dare My purpose in life is clear I now sing lullabies in a soft voice And brush her hair of gold And in my lap she sits As I read stories about heroes And she dared to wrap my heart in gold Her eyes, once clear, droops as she falls asleep where we sit She smiles and in her small voice says, “Daddy, you’re my hero.”

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