481 – Achilles Heel

Poem number 481
Achilles Heel
In olden days a hero was a man both strong and brave
Feted whilst still drawing breath then lauded in the grave
But modern times are different, heroes simply seem to be
Any bloke who’s eaten spiders on reality tv.
If you hang around for long enough whilst in the public view
You’ll get MBE and CBE and then a Knighthood too
So is it any wonder, when reknown is now so cheap
That our heroes all have feet of clay and prey upon the sheep?
Is it any wonder, when we gift our high esteem
That our idols fail to value it, see milk instead of cream?
In olden days when heroes died their reputations grew
But in modern times our heroes simply lie, beneath a Yew.


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