All My Heroes Are Dead And Tragic

 

All my heroes are dead and tragic

No longer grace us with their magic

To have done the things that they once had

Not near enough, and yet so sad

To not know the things that might have been

They understood what I have seen

Before me now they have all gone

Only legacy left to continue on

In our hearts and in our heads

Pay tribute to our worthy dead

As they are now, so shall I be

But awaits, I shall yet see

To find the glory that they had found

And now they utter not a single sound

Except that of which we shall remember

As we go into our Decembers

Great and glorious in their pain

And never to grace this world again

And at such loss would we all shudder

And know that yet there shall be none other

And that I were to become once again

So shall I live my life through them

And once when all is gone and done

And my time comes for the setting sun

That I should be so noble and true

For this is what I wish to do

 

 

Reviews

[Kelley Pascoe]

Great tribute!!! Your a pretty good writer. I like the style you write in.
Thanks for sharing.
Kelley Frost

[Kris Tate]

Nice flow and imagery...touches the soul I like this poem even tho it somewhat sad to think about