Ant Smith

All poems

Hero

For some it never rains, but pours
Extraordinary men are made not born
Winning is easy, losing takes guts
When the odds are stacked, will you still stand up?

When good friends turn and steal your thunder
When your world is rent asunder
When you feel that you can take no more
Do you find the strength to get off the floor?

By living your life in the eye of the storm
Your true mettle is subtly formed
The underdog has tooth and claw
A resolute stance and square set jaw

No one made no greater mistake
Than to do nought in the face of hate
When you're alone and next to zero
Then you will find if you're a hero