Poems Of The Third Order

Hero

My life could be a graphic novel...

It's extraordinarily but it's far from marvel

I don't have powers and definitely not rich

I don't need a cape to be a man of steel

But I can't be a Hero

Because if that was real

My disastrous habits wouldn't have appeal

I'm not a hawkeye and I've never shot a gun

I'm not super smart

I'm definitely not radioactive

But than why do I try to help

It's definitely for praise or money

I just want to see people succeed where I failed

I'm nervous in a large group

And can't fly like an eagle

I'm just a normal person

I'm not super...not even great

But I try to be at least good

It's not my job to help

It's not even a hobby

I'm not wanting awards

You're the reason why I'm here

Im here to warn about the choices I've made

I'm the Ghost of misfortune

A wandering warning

I don't want applause

And don't call me a Hero