Poem Jan 15, 2011

To stand tall in the face of
                                       Humiliation
To never bend for leaders but stoop to help the
                                       Fallen
To dance for the night and forget about the
                                       Dawn
To look cold death in the eyes and
                                       Laugh
To know when you are beaten and when to
                                       Concede
That is to hold hands with
                                       Gods