I hunger for the innocence of younger
days before my heroes faded and got
swallowed up by background noise of
mediocre minds awash in a sad cliches.
I hunger for the days before I gave up hope
on narrow minds and unkind souls who sold
out too scared to take a look behind the curtain
no matter how much hurting they could stop.
Then one day my daughter comes home
happy as can be about a kid she helped
from getting last place ribbon at sports day.
And in that instant I can see it's not the past
that feeds me or to look for hope from fallen
heros who never really learned to cope.
When I realize my hope lies behind
the eyes of my child my hunger dies
now maybe I can try to feed a fallen
hero from time to time from the pile
of healthy food I get from being the Dad
I know my girls need me to be for them.
PU are writing about hunger. Sorry if it's little dark my Muse can be a cranky so and so.