The living size up their own reflection
And are not a trifling infusion
in someone else’s fusion.
 

Those who make it to the top
cling not to a dead man’s mantle,
For your life depends not
on a departed ones’ mettle.
 

Past thrills must be tied
to the seer’s vision;
rocks molded by someone else's hands
can only inflate a historian’s wits.
 

The present has no tenure
in the precedent’s defiance.
Hopes should therefore be lit
by the white thread in our horizon.
 

Moments lived in the past
should serve us in so far as the manure is loaded
enough to yield food for thought.
 

Glories eulogized in tombs 
surely must bear down on the day’s chores.