Heroes
I walk down the white,
antiseptically clean halls.
Tears flow unrestrained,
freely down my face.
I look to my left ,
and back to my right .
What greets my watery vision,
tears at my heartstrings.
Genuine smiles from the faces,
and bright eyes of hope and wonder.
Mere young ones,
who should be playing in a meadow,
with grass and trees.
Alas ,their meadow is,
clean walls , and white tile.
Their wildflowers,
the fragrance of alcohol.
...........Yet they smile,
and dream,and Love.
They never hit a thousand home runs,
or threw,
the game winning touchdown.
Never won a war,
oh but they do fight,
for their lives.
And still they smile,
............my Heroes.
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