Savage Memories

I should have out grown hero worship long ago

For the man in his fortress surrounded by snow.

A place of solitude filled with scientific inventions.

To raise hope and war on all evil, his sole intention.

He had his allies, with amazing abilities of their own

And I followed their adventures in every sacred tome.

An acolyte in the church of this super man of yore

His code, my commandments, my Bible, his lore.

When time allowed me, to my name I added Clark

And I imagined I was him in child's games at the park.

A hero who lived only in the imagination and my mind.

He was my first heroic obsession and one of a kind.

Still, the older one gets, the more imagination unravels,

Losing that mythical man of science among my travels.

His use of calm reason as others fell to rage and ravage,

Were lessons I had to relearn after abandoning Doc Savage.

The Man of Bronze's code, of which I forgot to hold on,

Did not make life easier but made one stoic and strong.

The lessons of loyal friendship from the Fabulous Five,

Taught me to fight for my friends as long as I was alive.

So if people ask to the what heroic stories you do cling

And critically mock you for such childish things,

Think of the world we would have, how we could thrive,

If our hearts kept Doc Savage and all such heroes alive.