There is the hero...
10/15 2020
There is the hero emerging from dark places
Vaulting over trains and rusty iron fences
Dragged from his own origin story
To one filled with nothing but exemption
Yet, somehow, here we are in remembrance
Of the memories we crafted
Of the places once visited
On the money we kept from spending on sprinkles
Now as the weather goes away
And light reflected returns to space
Those memories that some say were wasted
Warms the family gatherings
Even though he was exempted
And no one tries to tell them
They help them to save others
From those similar dark places