My Heroes at the Gateway

My heroes aren’t the ones the ones you see

On front of books or on TV

They aren’t the ones you write about

You pass by them day in and out

And proudly as they do their job

With lips sealed tight the ones bereft

They’ve seen too much to tell you that

They still are here…they have not left

Do you know who my heroes are?

Who do for me… without complaint?

A joy to have you standing there

You greet me with such proud restraint

But if one took the time to see

The heroes you have not seen yet    

Too bad for you and shame on me

You’ll never know the ones I met

Cause even masks have eyes that smile

Upon me as I pass each day

For every need they go the mile

Have I met their needs… in any way? 

My heroes are the ones who put 

Their hoods on me in times of rain

As I rush by in thoughtfulness

I never even knew their names

You buzz me in and wish me safe

And go about a better day

So near to where the trauma hit

Too close to where the bodies lay

And yet I have never stopped to say

How nice you are to be that way

How I had never stopped to ask…

How glad to know you at long last

As i pass through the Lobby’s hall 

I pass my Doorman and way too late 

My smile means more than “wish you well”

My heroes… always… at my Gate

By: Lisa Beth Older

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