There he is standing on the hill.
Uncertain if he's seen.
He can be a hero still.
But it seems too late.
To fix what's broken.
If he can't escape what's still a dream.
And nothing but a memory.
As the tears fall down.
You must always remember the love he gave.
Time it seems.
The enemy of men.
What you thought you had.
Falls to ashes.
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Author:
Vaughn Walker (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2022 19:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Welcome, and thanks for sharing! Your first offering here is very inspiring and quite emotive. The line to take away, at this reading is “He can be a hero still.” Cheers, Rik.
Thank you very much.
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