He is not the fellow who will feed your eyes on the street,
His style is constructed of neither flash nor glamour.
The comfort of ease and practicality adorns his frame,
No back-pocket comb in sight as the wind catches his unruly mop.
A thousand times he has unseen commited deeds of chivalry,
Expecting nothing in return but to see a day made easier.
Unnoticed he has overseen menacing moments of others,
With the passing of threat he is gone as if never there.
He is the man who without glory removes refuse off the street,
Not wanting tomorrow to be lesser a view for himself or for you.
always applying common sense and safety towards friend or stranger,
he understands that a second of lapse can be a moment of tragedy.
He will never let suffering of child or animal pass unattended
Gently choosing direction he calmly resolves or consoles as befits.
Address him in anger and he will still shyly offer you a smile,
To hurried or bothered strangers he will quietly give the way.
His happiness is in the joy and contentment of others,
Perhaps a twinkle in the eye if knowing he has played a role.
One simple self awareness motivates his doings and spirit,
A keeper of assured boundaries and life-content allows all to thrive.
Discarded are the tragedies of haste, strain, anger and anxiety,
Empathy is the internal drive that lights the road he travels.
Cease your toils for a moment to let your eyes and mind wander,
Perhaps you might catch a glimpse, of the elusive everyday hero.
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Author:
Gunnar (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some people are just plain good and helpful, never asking for anything in return. Everyday heroes are all ariound us, unnoticed. Have you stopped to check whether there is one close by?
- Category: Reflection
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There are many people out there giving their all to help others but so many just do not see them.
Andy
I see them, you probably do too 🙂
I love your description of people like this - my father was a quiet man who once put out a car fire for someone with an extinguisher he had in his car while crowds of people were flailing around and no one saw him do it - and he just got in his car and drove away..... your poem made me remember this.....
you comment made it worth the writing. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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