[Me-Tom-orphasis] - Welcome

Time… moves quickly through the human life.
In the momentary blink of history in which we live,
   we strive to make an impact in the lives of those around us.
We think that we are important in the entire scheme of humanity.
Are we? Can we make a difference?
Can I do anything as an individual that will have importance once I am gone?
Or does my importance to the world cease to exist at the same moment that my consciousness is extinguished?
I am large in my world, a hero, a veteran.
I have fought many battles and earned a place in My Hall of Fame.
Am I only part of the battle in someone else’s?
Am I only a minor character cast so as to make the star look bugger in his or her own world?
Is my Drama the One!
I think my part is small, maybe even nonexistent once I am gone, but never more than small.
I have all these thoughts that run through my head.
   I remember the Battles I have lost to Despair.
That cursed enemy has beaten me more times than I can tell.
the participants in those battles for Honor and Love Are important to me.
They are the heroes that I fight for,
   the Ones that I risk my soul and my sanity for.
I have taken many scars in those wars.
Have those same players, those cast as heroes in their Dramas,
   taken losses for memories’ sake?
Have they Bled and Died for me?
Did they erect my statue in their Hall of Memories?
Do I hold a place of honor!
The heroes in my Life Story are…
   irreplaceable.
Their wars could not have been fought by anyone else.
No one could have taken their place.
But…
   If they had been able to choose, would they have Bled and Died as They did?
I like to think so.
It make me stronger to think that they fought because they Believed in me.
They are the Support underneath my accomplishments.
They stand as proof to me…
   … that I fought Valiantly,
   and I refuse to believe that they died in vain.
To all that have suffered in my stead…
   … I Salute.
You have done me the honor that will forever remain in my memory as those acts that could only have been done by a friend.
Maybe my story will end when I die.
But if so, then all those memories will be part of my resurrection.
   They will go with me.
     And the will Keep me in the Afterlife.
I shall go down with honor and I shall fight the good fight.
Somehow I will make al those sacrifices worth what they should be!
This I vow in the name of Friendship.
This I vow in the name of Honor.
This I vow in in Life and in Death.
So long as my story lives on.

© Tommy Jordan. Wednesday, September 18, 1996