Feet of Clay
Feet of Clay
Most of my hero’s have crumbled and died
And not died and crumbled.
Feet of clay or unrealistic expectations?
Not a single one except those that died young *
I don’t rhyme and I don’t care
Once you know they have feet of clay
It doesn’t matter anymore
Do your best and push on
Try not to look back.
Push on and do your best
Don’t ever give up
And never give in.
We build walls and embrace facades
So we don’t have to face reality.
How long can you keep it up?
Until the next drink
And then it blurs and pushed back away
Again.
Some come to grips
But most wrestle a lifetime
With our past
Do what we must
Because we’re strong and driven.
No,no,no its rather cause we’re weak
And have no other path
Yes and yes indeed
Even statues have feet of clay.
*
* Frank “Trippy” Streeks Marine Corps Pfc 20 Killed in Quang Tri South Vietnam 9/22/1967
* John Liverman Marine Corps LCpl 19 Killed in Quang Tri South Vietnam 12/11/1968
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