October Poems 2024 >> curtain call

A poem for each day of the month in which I was born  
 
DAY 21  
curtain call  
 
are you your own damn hero?  
blow your horn!  
his magnitude is zero,  
whose the scorn  
of lesser earthbound creatures,  
who from toil  
erect life’s grandest features  
from mere soil.  
 
is wealth your gloomy terror?  
nuisance!  
it is a fiscal error  
to advance  
your borrowed, transient substance  
in the face  
of bigotted reluctance  
to embrace  
 
naught of the vacant posture  
of the lean.  
adorned with regal vesture  
is the mien  
of legendary seekers  
after light,  
who bear no sleep through winter’s  
bitter night.  
 
my heroes are meek teachers,  
who unmask  
the minds of hungry seekers,  
true to task;  
the weavers of fresh dances  
for the blind,  
oft by hope’s final chances  
left behind.  
 
my heroes are lost widows  
grinding bread,  
that children in life’s hollows  
may be fed.  
my heroes are the brave, who  
take the fall  
to make way for earth’s last true  
Curtain Call.  
 
© Copyright 2024 October 21  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫