Poem: How did you die?

[Nagual LoneWolf]

How did you die ?
Did you tackle the trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful ?
Or hid your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful ?
Oh, a troubles a ton, or a troubles an ounce,
or a trouble is what you make it.
And it isnt the fact that youre hurt that counts,
But only, how did you take it ?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, whats that ?
Come up with a smiling face.
Its nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there, thats a disgrace.
The harder youre thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye !
It isnt the fact that youre licked that counts,
Its how did you fight and why ?
And though you be done to death, what then ?
If you battled the best you could;
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether hes slow or spry,
It isnt the fact that youre dead that counts,
but only, how did you die ?
Edmund Cooke

[Guest]