Superman

Superman

by Jeremy LeWayne

I wonder if Superman gets tired,

if all the saving gets old at all?

I wonder if you can see the exhaustion through Kent's black frames

from rescuing anyone who comes to call?

I wonder if his hands are worn?

I wonder if his back grows weak,

if the joy of wanting to help becomes burden,

if the Man of Steel just needs a little sleep?

I wonder if Superman gets tired,

if the fire in his heart grows cold?

I wonder if Superman gets tired,

if being everyone's hero gets old?

Author's Note

I was sitting on my back porch swing enjoying my morning cup of coffee and bourbon battling my usually bouts with depression, when this suddenly appeared. Hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Hiroshi Masters]

Really cool poem. Liked it