Super Herooes downfall and rise

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    Super Herooes downfall and rise

    there was a time in my life when I turned my nose to the air
    when someone called for help I would just stop and stare

    a time when someone fell I just stopped and laughed
    but never could I imagine I was on a dangerous path

    thought I was invincible like a comic book superhero
    never thought to myself what if I was a zero

    a nobody a nothing someone who I just dismissed
    feeling a sense of darkness just like deaths kiss

    turmoil and rage followed by career suicide
    thought I could save everyone had too much pride

    Superman to my children but me Im Clark Kent
    trying to do too much has made my self spent

    so I start over new and fresh with lessons learned from the past
    making new relationships with people which will last

    never again will I make those mistakes in which I made too many times
    Ive been there and done that and paid for all my crimes

    marriage fell apart lost ones I loved the most
    for years I spent my life here like a tireless ghost

    a shell of my former self which cared about everyone
    the life of the party making everybody have fun

    now that I look back it wasnt all bad
    but looking forward to the future not the past I once had

    I will be a better man for my kids and my girl
    because that's what I care about most in this world

    get a better job so I can do my self right
    and not going to bed wondering what if every night

    so if I were a comic book hero Id be wolverine
    healing factor high indestructible but not so mean

    acute abilities and a stable and steady man
    friends galore to finally give me a helping hand

    make no mistake I thought I was all that back then
    but this is where my new life will take place and begin

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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