Everyone needs a hero, some two
Fisted, gun-slinging defender of justice
Who, at the drop of a hat, would come
To the rescue. There is no end of problems
And situations which cry out for help.
As a child I recall my Aunt Molly (who
Was watching my brothers and me for the
Day) telling us when we complained that
Children don’t have problems. Just you
Wait until you become adults. Then
You will find out what trouble really is.
I was not relieved by that bit of news.
What would the Lone Ranger do? How
Would Hopalong Cassidy right the wrongs
Of the world? Everyone knows that there
Are bad guys out there at the ready to do
Decent folks harm. I needed a hero now
And couldn’t wait a hundred years for my
Adulthood to kick in. I had no choice but
To strap on my six-shooter and put on my
Lone Ranger hat and mask. I crammed all
The caps I had into my jean’s pockets and
Walked bravely toward the door. On my
Way out, Aunt Molly reminded me that
Dinner would be at six o’clock sharp;
Don’t be late. Politely, I tipped my hat,
“Yes, Ma'am.”
Chris Hanch 6-6-17
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