(I'm Not) Superman

A strange foray into poetry.

I found this little ditty from 2020 while organizing some material. I have no recollection of what was going n in my mind at the time, but it was during the lockdowns, so take that for what it’s worth. I don’t do poetry, so this is a strange departure for me.

I can't fly,
I can't jump really high.
For me the sky is still sky high.

I'm no Superman,
But for you I'll try as I can.
We might yet learn to fly.

Always ran from a fight.
Quit with churlish delight,
When faced with adversity.

But I could see villainy,
And sometimes saw it in me.
That's often hard to hide.

I'm no Superman.
But for you I'll try as I can.
But doing's not the same as try.

Still stuck on the ground,
And you're not around.
Don't need laser eyes,
to cause injury.

Well, I'm not real fast,
And wound up dead last,
In the race for who would leave.

I'm no Superman
But for me I'll try as I can,
To put this all behind..

© Scott Rhymer, 2020