I need this every single day
My lack of this is why I pray
It holds me safely from myself
In between poverty and wealth
I love it as my major find
Its secrets I try to unwind
Its enemy will bend and bind
And keep you wounded, deaf, and blind
It’s worth a fight and worth a blow
A treasure many never know
It has its limits like the rest
But it will help you pass the test
It goes a long way, that’s for sure
It points you to what will endure
Your love for it will love you back
It won’t deceive and won’t attack
Its praise is shouted throughout time
Both throughout pros and throughout rhyme
It’s virtuous by its own will
Its truest form is humble still
- Castor
