365 Poems in 365 Days: Heroics

Number 362 is perhaps a little rough. What is a hero anyway? Maybe we need to ask Bonnie Tyler.

We take our heroes as we find them
Holding evil hordes at bay
Striving to protect the helpless
Doing good while they may

We make our heroes when we can't find them
Ignoring they have feet of clay
Upholding justice, seeking freedom
If not for always then for a day

Can't find or make heroes then we must be them
Do what we can for little pay
Hoping what we have is sufficent
If we ever find ourselves at bay