Wall of Silence
My courtesy name passed down through generations, I bear the marker of an outstanding exultation.
Though sometimes I wonder if they were tall as I am.
Board as a leader, Fierce and humble in person.
Sometimes me thinks, the curiosity gives an innocuous valour.
This is so, I perceive
Praising and imaging them heroes in their own accord.
Does my name run down through four generations
Or three, perhaps two?
How many passed through this torch that holds the strength of ten men.
Should I pass it on to others.
Should they also get the bear's maker of heroism.
For I am a man who's on social persona, embodies heroic and virtuous traits that demonstrate the highest degree of excellence.
Though Generations pass away, Traditions ripen and decay, this name still doth stands to old age.
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