RISING CROWN (POEM)

In the realm where crowns bestow their weight, We bear the burden, strong and straight, Chin lifted high, we cannot yield, For in each trial, our strength revealed. They say the fiercest battles find, The bravest souls, in heart and mind, Yet, toughness lies in how we see, The challenges we're meant to be. Confucius whispered ancient truth, Glory's found in our resolute, Not in the never-falling grace, But rising with each stumble's trace. So stand with pride, in posture grand, Promise me, you'll always understand, To stride into each room, unbowed, Confidence firm, both clear and loud. Know the path? Lead others through, Yet keep your senses, keen and true, For on the front, where dangers creep, A level head, our souls to keep. In anger's fog, we lose our way, Let instincts guide, come what may, Blame take more, credit take less, For greater good, we acquiesce. To comprehend, the noble creed, Will carry us where words might plead, Heavy is the head, they proclaim, Yet still, we rise, undulled by shame. So lift your gaze, don't glance below, In every step, let your strength show, For heavy is the head, we avow, Yet we persist, we rise, somehow.