Heroes for an Age

I was a small boy who would save the world

from evil, who would defend the defenseless.

Davy Crockett showed me the way. I saw how

Hopalong Cassidy and the Lone Ranger came

charging in on horseback, fists flying, guns

a blazing to save the day. Zorro was not afraid.

And Superman, the man of steel, what more

need I say? I prayed to a god who I believed

would give me strength. All of my heroes faded

away as I aged. God was busy with other pressing

matters elsewhere in the universe, and never had

time for the likes of me. Children in Africa and

Asia had a far greater need, I was lead to believe.

No wonder he never found the time to speak to

me directly. He sent all those other heroes of the

day to inspire me. Do good. Above all, help others

who had less than I was the lesson to be learned.

I split my Snickers bar in half and shared it with

my best friend, Larry. He preferred Milky Way, but
ate my offering anyway.

Chris Hanch 2-23-18