Sunday Funday
Each and every Sunday, we share a poem to lighten our soul. Comment your thoughts, short story or any poem you will love to see in a future post. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.

They were never handsome and often came

with a hormone imbalance manifested by corpulence,

a yodel of a voice or ears big as kidneys.
But each was brave. More than once a sidekick

has thrown himself in front of our hero in order

to receive the bullet or blow meant for that

perfect face and body.
Thankfully, heroes never die in movies and leave

the sidekick alone. He would not stand for it.

Gabby or Pat, Pancho or Andy remind us of a part

of ourselves,
the dependent part that can never grow up,

the part that is painfully eager to please,

always wants a hug and never gets enough.
Who could sit in a darkened theatre, listen

to the organ music and watch the best

of ourselves lowered into the ground while

the rest stood up there, tears pouring off

that enormous nose.

— Ronald Koertge 


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