Hero

He might seem a general peasant 

For the way he indulges in mundane tasks.

The waking up daily and 

Completing all the chores. 

Working throughout the day 

And keeping on his toes,

For some bits of better bread and butter.

He might not be a Captain America 

Who has his shield 

And struts around majestically in a suit.

He is as ordinary 

As any other being could be,

Just managing to pass through the day

And have a comforting sleep at night.

He might seem too ordinary 

Doing what might be known

As a seemingly boring job, yet 

He stands on his feet, proud and strong 

And faces every failure 

With an iron hand. 

It's not that he doesn't reel under

The brunt of difficulties 

And all the griefs and sorrows 

Coming his way. Yet, 

It's his attitude of simply not giving up

And standing firm, come what may

That makes his stay afloat.

He's not well known around, not really,

He's just a person near around

Staying, living, existing,

Yet, I think, he's no less than a hero

For just being by himself 

In this uncaring world, alone.

It's not about his extraordinary traits,

Or some brilliant superpowers

It's about him being by himself 

Each day, as modest as he can be,

As simple as he can be,

That makes him the hero.

Because heroes don't always wear capes

Or mighty suits and sturdy armors,

They do sometimes just exist

For making the world a decent place.