They used to call me hero in those days
And in my youthful arrogance I concurred.
I saved their worlds; they in turn conferred
Their medals, spoke their speeches, sang my praise.
I was a legend well before middle age –
Far too young to fully understand
That legendry and myth go hand-in-hand,
Their differentiation hard to gage.
Fiction still is fiction. Here’s what’s true:
That my much-vaunted valor was just a joke,
A figment of well-placed mirrors mixed with smoke.
The smoke’s now gone. It turns out, so are you.
And I? I reflect on every silent year.
If I had told you, Spock, would you be here?