Bean

They said he wasn't important
too small
too weak
too young.

That he could never  hope to be
"the chosen one".
A title he ddin't want anyway.

But he showed them all
that he could play their game.

He stood beside his friend
the boy that they had chosen,
to help him win a war.

When all was said and done
no honor was he given.

Just words of thanks
from a tired friend
and a hug from a mother he never knew.