To Die For

To Die For What would I die for, if push came to shove. What would I give for the life of a love. Would I be like John Wayne, ride in head first. Or like the disciple, Peter and deny with a curse. Do I cling to life with such desperate pity. That my soul is blind to the pain in the city. When it’s time for courage, to stand or to run, when I look for answers, I find there is none. Where is it written, this question I brave. Is the response I seek in some life I save. History is replete with cowards that crawl. Heroes of valor who nobly fall. Is death not honored when given for all. And cowardice condemned when refusing the call. As a man thinks, so shall he be. Shackled to chains or striving to be free. I wish I knew a solution as I go about life. As I enjoy its pleasures and deal with its strife. Is there anything I would die for, a question I continue to ask. A better question: Is life worth living if there's nothing worth dying for. DANIEL- 1/2014