Honor

Tell me what you think honor is,

The definition eludes most who ponder this,

Perhaps the opinion you simply don't agree,

Truly honor is measured relatively,

Or even it could change through the age,

To give one's life for a formidable cause,

They believed it was righteous just because,

Maybe they wanted to die in glory,

Instead of in bed so old and lonely,

But is it glorious to fall in blood,

Horrific pain as reaper stands above,

Or shall we speak of everyday life,

Not just in death can we be honorable right,

Carry it with us through every action,

May our honor guide us never divide in fraction,

It can't be measured to exist with honor,

The word is like granite never sully to dishonor,

As we know liars exist but there is variety,

Some for personal gain others to protect and refrain,

I believe you can hold honor and still tell a lie,

If it really protects and not just a delusion to you and I,

Because inevitably someday we all must die,

Our past deeds to reflect in the final moments,

Did we make good decisions or moral incisions,

It's obvious to see those with no honor,

The badge they wear is putrid filled with dishonor,

To return to self sacrifice is what I'd like to believe,

That others than me would give their life happily,

If it meant to save someone even a stranger,

To dive into peril of infinite danger,

In the end don't we all want to be remembered,

What better way then an old man teaching his kin,

Of that glorious one who gave their life for them,

To say these words means nothing if not done,

Until the day approach when deed calls one,

Will you be ready for sudden bravery,

Or avoid the fight and seek cowardly,

The few will stand and truly die honorably