The Hero

He stands behind the screen
He keeps all promises I make
Never has a need to fake
His days have not yet been

There are many gifts he gave
The wit of razor keen I had
To cry and wipe my tears when sad
I rose from bones, in my grave

A kernel of him lives within me
They aim but I will not be shot
Bullet-proof's the mind I've got
His wisdom sets my whispers free

He would help her live a little
Toss the shackles of a shut-in
Through fear and loneliness cutting
He'd answer life's great riddle

Oh! a stumbling fool i was
Made doubt and angst worse indeed
Confused my altruism and greed
Did I give or make a loss?

I did my best, what I could
I hope she felt a little care
Better than to leave her bare
As many of the others would

Stepping down to save the facts
Lifting spirits, rouse to work
Lead them with his quirky smirk
Forge in science mighty pacts

Dreams should not be made of sand
I couldn't any critics sate
Frankly, I'm not all that great
Recognition I cannot demand

Still - a thread of wisdom stays
They know my clothes, I'm sure
And they know I will be back for more
Patience I have, and patience pays

Academic matters he would sweep
Paper after paper after book
Acing every cranny, every nook
A performance giant leap!

I think I broke my pencil again
And the novel seems much brighter
Time sure can be pressed tighter
We're easily distracted in a pen

But hard work will sort it out
And I've learned a lot on the way
Though I don't know if it'll pay
Do I know what hard work is about?

We stand face-to-face again at last
Sidestepped have we often past
I've learned a lot from you
And we fought
and I thought
It's as if I was born anew