Moreover, no one is perfect, ever.
We had the illusion
Of
perfection
When there was privacy and respect.
I doubt anyone in the past
Ever thought their heroes were actually perfect.
They just knew the struggles they had,
(Everyday people could see their struggles
Even in the lives of their heroes.)
And knew their hero had it just as bad.
But the hero did a better job managing it all.
They brushed it off after every fall.
They brushed so well, no one would suspect
That
it happened at all.
Not only that, but they inspired respect:
A respect that kept the closest people believing
And so no gossiping and not bragging,
Kept them from making trivial shortcomings
Or even difficult, or failed, overcomings
Into tabloid or Twitter fodder.
A great person wasn’t perfect, even then
But they were great when,
With help and protection,
They kept people's affection
And did great things
Without a halo or wings.
Don’t worship your heroes, whether short or tall.
Help them, so they can help us all.
