Not A Hero

No matter the brave act you did for others in the past they will only judge you by your latest performance. Memories of the act will soon fade as dust gathers around and they say it’s not there job to clean it up.   A matter of fact the job they were dying for will appear to be one they’re dying to get out of.  It’s hard to keep up the rhythm maybe that’s why some stop playing altogether. Yet for me when the routine becomes to common I  just retire the suit and jump into a whole new lake even if I barely can swim. Maybe someone will become my hero instead.