Hero

The sequel to childhood, being a grown up

    It isn't as fun as I thought

Work, responsibilities, training a pup

    Many things I was never taught

Always in a hurry, shopping, child care

    Recess never gets called

Late on the highway, stop and pay the fare

    Now my man is bald

Never have time to myself anymore

    Theres always a knock on the door

My everyday chores are things I abhor

    Laundry, dishes, sweeping the floor

It's well worth every tear, every race

    When I look at my little boy

He looks back with awe on his face

    I'm his hero like his Batman toy.