If matter lasts forever and its energy endures,
A piece of Caesar, one of them,
May march right through your pores.
If not an Emperor of Rome,
Then one a bit obscure.
The largest point – is anything
Quite ever truly yours?
I think this covers why it is that simple folk prevail.
Within the scope of character
A hero wags his tail.
Or maybe its resistance swells
When bravery goes pale.
Regardless, in our marrow
Flows the willingness to fail.
Let’s face it: some things precious override the risk of death.
Those things you cannot live without
If nothing else is left,
Are worth the time and effort;
Every single, painful breath
Is justified by righteous pride.
Rewards come after Death.