A Hero’s Plea


A Hero's Plea

Heroes are a special breed,
They come in many forms.
The common thread between them?
Living life outside the norms.

From the weary firefighter,
Always there to take the heat.
To the unappreciated cop,
Who's proud to walk the beat.

The cold and lonely soldier,
Standing watch throughout the night.
The struggling single parent,
Whose child still gets raised up right.

But heroes aren't just limited,
To burdens that they bear.
If you take the time to look around,
You’ll see them everywhere.

One might be another's hero,
For a simple selfless deed.
A random act of kindness,
For a stranger found in need.

Sitting by a loved one's bedside,
'Til the early light of dawn.
Or just offering a shoulder,
For a friend to cry upon.

True heroes need no accolades,
No medals on a shelf.
And hero’s not a title,
That I would claim for myself.

This leads me to my last request,
I pray you'll do this task.
A final, special favor, that,
I now must humbly ask.
Please reach deep within yourselves,
And find the strength somehow.
It may seem hard, but I need you,
To be my heroes now.

I know that it's still painful,
Just to realize I'm gone.
But be at ease, with peace of mind,
And keep on keeping on.

Be strong of heart and character,
No matter what you do.
Take good care of my family,
And of each other too.

Think of me with fondness,
Reminisce how much I cared.
Focus on the special times,
And all the laughs we shared.

My beat is so much different now,
From where I once patrolled.
The side roads are all lined with Saints.
The highways paved with gold.

And know my Watch Commander,
Is as proud as He could be.
His Thin Blue Line is special,
And I'm in great company.

Finally, in the days ahead,
Should you be feeling blue.
Remember Trooper Tony's,
Always smiling down on you.

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