When dusk dissolves the last shreds of light, <br />Do heroes lay awake at night? <br />Or do they dream, brilliant days to come- <br />With a winning smile, good deeds all done? <br />Perhaps defeat creeps with them to bed, <br />As a rusty nail in the back of their head. <br />Maybe all they wish at night, <br />Is for dawn to kill their dreamless fright. <br />Mayhap they do not wish at all, <br />As full moons unwind and fate befalls. <br />For surely all taste Fate's stale breath- <br />No might of man may outlast Death. <br />All men, no doubt, serve God's demand, <br />And are wrung like wet socks into Life's thirsty hands.<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hero-is-one-who-falls-asleep-with-his-shoes-on/
