People go on and on

About heroes and their greatness.

But they aren’t the real hero

Not in my eyes.

A real hero won’t be found

As the everyday superhero.

The true hero is the one

Fading into the background once again.

Those heroes are the ones who

Hold open the door for the elderly couple,

Even if it means they’re now late.

Watches money drop from a pocket,

And then returns it.

Those little acts of kindness

Touch people’s lives,

Even if just for the moment.

A real hero cannot be named.

A real hero can be found somewhere

Within every person.