Superman

He leapt tall buildings in his mind,
This man of steel, so confined. 

Years of struggle, years of pain. 
Never showed; he never waned. 

A quick change into a tuxedo,
A charming smile, a great libido. 

Always talking of the cure,
Never denying it was near. 

Playing well the morality game,
Research in stem cell's name. 

He was my hero in the race,
A cure or death he had to face. 

So when I see a bird or plane,
I'll think of him in sweet refrain. 

Chris' cure will come some day,
I'll leave this chair and dance away. 
 


 
 
 

Christopher Reeve at the Academy Awards

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Christopher Reeve enjoys his deck at his rural home.