| THE HERO page 2 |
And a wicked piece of shrapnel They'd removed from his left arm, After even injured, he'd pulled three men To safety, away from harm! This quiet, elderly customer Was transformed as he described The vicious battle, and as he spoke It seemed like history came alive! Other customers and some servers Who'd been listening stood around Taking in the medals and the story That held us each spellbound! Then he put it all away Saying, "There's no more to tell" As the takeout phone began to ring Breaking into history's spell Over and over I thanked him For reminding us one and all That America's legacy was so much more Than names carved on a wall... "I appreciate your listening... Not everyone wants to hear! Some think old stories a waste of time And they make their feelings clear!" I wiped my tears and took his hand Saying, "I'm still thanking you And all the heroes who defend Our precious Red, White and Blue..." It could have been a trick of light But as he turned to walk away? He seemed to be much taller, Imagination, some would say... But I had re-learned a lesson One that often slips our reach... The fact that senior citizens still All have so much to teach! Things like courage, heart and valor Aren't just words on a printed page True Heroes walk among us still Undiminished by time or age... Dusty Richardson c 1998 |
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