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The Everyman: A Heroes Tale

Today a great man stands atop the world

with his coat zipped up and his pack slung down

he shades his eyes from the blinding sun that beams

and he takes a good look around

 

He begins his journey to answer questions unknown

but he has a destination in mind, a home away from home

 

The first step he takes is very small, but

as a rhythm grows his boldness shows

that he is strong

 

He gathers followers intrepidly,

they choose to follow him to eternity

every step along

 

Every step he takes is a small earthquake

unfazed with his goal in mind he ventures on

to a timeless journey throughout his song

he'll never give up, he'll continue on

 

So he takes a seat to rest his mind

and he descends into truths only dreams can give

he remembers the girl he left behind

for this new carefree life of his

and he smiles

 

He pulls himself from his truthful high

slings his pack over his back and staggers by

 

He convinces himself it was the right choice to leave

his past life was only trying to deceive

a happiness only lies and trickery provide

he had to leave to be happy when he dies

 

Trees gossiping with the wind on his left

and the crickets snicker on his right

with a glare and sneer

not a sound is left in the air

 

He checks his watch to check his time

looks at how the watch has stopped

does no matter, his trips been fine

 

he left his problems on top of the world

and looks to the mirror in the sky

 

His lips seem commanded to smile

his eyes seem to always sparkle

his nostrils flare in and out

has he found his happiness

without a doubt

 

Not to care, just to love

his smile stretches over the sun

for he knows his new life has just begun

 

He reaches in his bag, to deep it seems

his bag is hiding what he needs

a picture of his shining star

he purses his lips, to give

his inspiration a kiss

 

Now he looks to the path that winds

the one that's fun he's sure to choose

to keep his mind occupied

so his heart can't lose

 

It's his yellow brick road 

and he can't decide

so it's one potato two potato

he closes his eyes

 

He picks his road

he's on his way

takes a hit

becomes high this day

 

Make it all seem so fun and fast

with reality weaving from future to past

 

His watch starts to tick again

and time starts to pass

as he grows a beard and a wrinkled face

time took its toll, put him in his place

 

He is no longer on top of the world

he's at the center of the earth growing old

 

Until an old friend stops by, who hasn't aged

asks "what'd you do to become you?"

 

And he smiles again and says

"I was and now I am"

 

"I left my girl on top of the world

then left my thrown to live on my own

I left my life for a path to hell

but hell was too hot so i settled here

 

And I'm here growing old

waiting for someone to hear my story be told

I'll tell it straight, just like it is

the sad story of a hero, the life of his

 

I've walked for miles, miles and miles

my muscles are sore, my bones are brittle and old

but I can still smile

even though I've seen so much my heart  is cold

sour thoughts overwhelm my skin

I no longer know where reality ends and truth begins"

 

He takes out his picture one last time

gives it a kiss, then it's tossed aside

 

He sits down, the first time in years

covers his face to wipe his tears

 

His friend, now crippled and weak

sits down and starts to speak

stops before he starts

stuck there now, with a heavy heart

 

The man that once was on top of the world

passed away, growing old

and now his friend must let his story be told

spread the word, a heroes tale

 

From the bottom to the top, to a yellow brick road

to a life all alone without family

to the center of the earth heart-sunken eternally

he closes his eyes and rests his head

begins to die, soon to be dead

 

He laughs his goodbyes, to say,

he's happy as he leaves this world today

his world will miss him and so should we

he's an uncle, a brother, a dad and a grandpa

he's too important

he is, what is

family.

 

 

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  • Son of Jim
    April 20

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    First, thank you for entering my contest. I’ve read all the entries before making any comments and can tell you that your poem, as well as the other entries, have given me a direction to write in, each has had it’s own flavor.

    You have alot of one line wonders which is why I put this in the finals. It rambles a bit, and the metaphor sort of tires out. Also there was some good imagery and lines like stanza five line one(as well as some others) strengthen this poem.

    Thanks for sharing.

    Jim


    • AtlantisGrave silver member
      April 23
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      Thank you very much, out of curiosity do you think I should try and make it more concise, and cut out some of the rambling...although it would be hard to lose some of the in between of the story, lol, it's always hard to edit one's own stuff.

      • Son of Jim
        April 23
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        I'll give you an example, in the last stanza is there a reason to list so many he says goodbye to? The reader gets it almost immediately. And although the second to last stanza is clever, doesn't really add any poignancy or insight. If you want, when I will just "cut" what I think is unnecessary and send it to you in a message. You can choose what to edit, or defend it's necessity.

        P.S. - this type of interaction is great and absolutely necessary for poets to hone what they write. I am by no means an expert, but i will give you my take if you want.

        Jim