Ageing Hero

old manKarel Reus

What would count as heroism

in this somewhat soiled and tattered bloke

at the brink of God knows what?

Is there fight left in the old boy yet?

Can the passion for right and fair

and truthfulness and hope

arise once more?


His diminished ordinance consists of

little more than words and cadences

and rhythms and rhymes

and visions brave

and scattered remnants

of ambitions half-achieved

and battles ill-conceived.


Might it be that his words may yet

be fashioned into bows and slings

of defiant outrage

and that Goliaths out there still

might fall and fail

under a hail of pointed words

and cunning and deftly crafted verses?


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