The Idolizations of a Cynic

Fallen heroes with a steady foot were never down and out,
just down for the count,

and I liked to think this was a full count,
minutes and seconds from being older,

it was good to be good,
until it wasn't

and it was outdated to believe in goodheartedness,

but maybe it wasn't in all of us,
maybe the deadening of our hearts came with time,
and not with much else,

and then we can talk about how we did not get older with age,
how we did not learn from tragedy the way we thought we would,

but that was only because life didn't work out the way we thought it would,

how we once believed in them,
in all of them

we just got older for good,
for our own good,

somewhere here between more or less