Hereos Are Human Too

This was written for BoBo by one of his AA pigeons....

HEROES ARE HUMAN TOO

One night as I sat a meeting,

With coffee near my hand

Waiting to hear from my hero

The person I considered The Man.

He brought the meeting to order,

In his soft care-free way,

I sat there with great expectations,

Straining to hear every word he would say

His voice became strangled and crackling,

As tears began to fill his eyes,

The absence of joy was quite visible

As I saw my hero begin to cry.

He sat there barely able to speak

As he talked of his daughter and sons,

The pain and stress now audible

As he recalled all the wrongs he had done.

As he spoke of the grief and the sorrow,

That he felt in his life right then,

I suddenly started to realize,

That my hero was just like other men.

As he spoke about his Higher Power,

And taking things one day at a time.

A smile crept slowly across his face,

And his eyes began to sparkle and shine.

I saw that night in my hero,

That he too had his aches and his pains,

He could laugh and cry like normal,

Yet never have to feel ashamed.

For all the years I have know this man,

I never thought he had problems too,

Though I've always held him high on a pedestal,

I'd forgotten the miles he had walked in my shoes.

That night I had learned one more lesson,

That heroes are not much different from you,

They, too, all have hearts and emotions,

For all heroes are only human too.

FROM LEN E. TO BILL H.