Superheroes

By Amanda Wray

 

He wasn’t the greeen lantern,

He wasn’t spiderman or superman.

What he was was even better:

He was a teacher, and he made us love to learn.

 

His home wasn’t Gotham City

Or the subway, or the Bat Cave.

It was a classroom, and surrounded

By those four walls he was King.

 

His weapons weren’t invisible planes,

Or lariats, or magic swords,

But something even better. his weapons

Were love, enthusiasm and dedication.

 

He didn’t have x ray vision,

But he had insight into the human soul.

He couldn’t fly, but the knowlege he imparted

Allowed us to soar to new heights.

 

And in the end it wasn’t kryptonite

That brought down the man of steel;

It wasn’t pollution that killed Captain Planet,

Or the Joker that defeated Batman.

 

In the end it was a disease called AIDS,

That not even a superhero could fight.

But in some hearts he will live forever,

For the gifts he gave to us will never die.

 

Like a superhero, the man we called Mr. Adams

Retains the greatest weapon of all: immortality.