A Silly Little Grief
It hangs above our heads
a wet mop of disappointment
our heroes have lost
and though we understand
they all must
we grieve, this silly little
grief, this silly little sadness.
A hero is an extraordinary
man who does an extraordinary
thing even though they are
in all other ways
every bit as ordinary as me
and you. Somewhere
in our thinking a hero
has been muddled
into a saviour, an
extraordinary being
doing ordinary things.
And this is why we grieve
because our hopes where
sadly placed, because our
best is fallible.
It hangs above our heads
a wet mop of disappointment
our heroes have lost
and though we understand
they all must
we grieve, this silly little
grief, this silly little sadness.
A hero is an extraordinary
man who does an extraordinary
thing even though they are
in all other ways
every bit as ordinary as me
and you. Somewhere
in our thinking a hero
has been muddled
into a saviour, an
extraordinary being
doing ordinary things.
And this is why we grieve
because our hopes where
sadly placed, because our
best is fallible.
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