Hero My hero isn’t rich or 7 feet tall, He isn’t a TV star and doesn’t play pro football. My hero doesn’t have a fancy car or thousands of acres of land, He doesn’t play guitar in a heavy metal band. My hero isn’t superman or a power ranger, In fact my hero isn’t even a stranger. My hero doesn’t get down when things don’t go his way. He takes everything in stride and lives with the prices he has to pay. My hero walks straight and tall with his head held high, And everyone thinks he’s an extremely nice guy. He’s always had a great sense of humor, making everyone smile, He’s remained a kid at heart and done it in style. Most importantly, my hero carries his name with honor and joy, And I am proud to say, I was born his boy.
Reason for writing:
My old man has always supported me and been there for all of us.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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