True heroes have hearts that bleed
for helpless arms that try to move
great, immovable, rocks.
Hopeless endeavors, prodigious
expenditures of vain strength, sweating
drops of blood; and yet
whistling they push. These
heroes with bleeding hearts
whistle while they push
with all their might against the rocks.
The rocks remain unmoved.
“At least we tried.” Are they,
then, heroes or plain fools?
Copyright 1998 Dennis M. Cortes
