Heroes and Cowards
I don't believe in heroes or cowards
drunkards and scholars
are but one drink apart
thinking so deeply you find the bottom
and find yourself buried
forgotten but never gone
loved and lauded in your own time
basement cellar
for all your posthumous writings
children grown who never knew
the magic soul of the man called
father
grandfather
old pictures with tattered edges
grinning with love and a sparkle
in eyes long dead
I don't believe you were a hero
or a coward
but I read the words from your own pen
and I wish someday I will know when
I can believe in you again
drunkards and scholars
are but one drink apart
thinking so deeply you find the bottom
and find yourself buried
forgotten but never gone
loved and lauded in your own time
basement cellar
for all your posthumous writings
children grown who never knew
the magic soul of the man called
father
grandfather
old pictures with tattered edges
grinning with love and a sparkle
in eyes long dead
I don't believe you were a hero
or a coward
but I read the words from your own pen
and I wish someday I will know when
I can believe in you again
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