HEROSubmitted by Steadfast on Sun, 02/16/2014 - 19:54
I'm too OLD, I'm too TIRED, and I'm too SICK to joust Quixoiti's windmills. But point my horse in a goodly direction and this lance can still pierce the heart of a traitor. And even perchance it be that I fall, a dead mans glory is to sacrifice for his friends in an honorable pursuit with freedom it's ends.
So to those who are worried, to those who know fear. I shall leave you this wisdom if you'll give me your ear.
All men concern themselves, and all men do fear, the courageous run towards it the cowards run rear.
A hero is nothing but fear run over, and over until done, a cowards running never is done.
So when fear does beset thou, and believe you me it shall.
Charge right at it yelling " FEAR GO TO HELL ! "
And perhaps by some chance as the cordite and fog clear, the sound of brave rabble will ring out a cheer.
And echo it will from sweet rise to sweet rise, grown men in their weary cry and not a dry eye
The name of that hero, that one who first yelled, is non other than you, yourself and your fears
You'll likely always disdain it, you'll always deny
Saying " the fear was behind me, I'm merely survived "... and walk in wide wonder that any would praise
A man who did but duty for freedoms remains.
Heros aren't born, they show up.
by Steadfast 2/16/14