Respect

A treasure it is,

In our own hands;

To be kept safe,

And to be preserved.

A mile of road may fall short,

Over an ounce of dignity;

If not built with the diligence,

And faith it ought to be.

We keep walking on the way,

Leaving trails behind.

That shines the lane of memories,

With a glitter of shade as worth.

Shortfalls may occur,

Putting a test to fight;

But a sword with glaze,

Can cut through the said words.

Amidst the height of fame,

A layout is drawn;

A simple ignorance or mistake,

Could lead to an irreparable state.

State of mind or heart as it might,

But the flame should go along.