The last ounce is the greatest and best, the sweetest of nectar, and the strongest of sweat.
This is the break a'neck test, to the last drop of your best; to pour out more and never end.
On and on it goes, but you can't stop, you can't let go.
This is war, to conquer you fears and command your days; no this is not the same, this fight is for the greatest thing.
Whether beaten dead, or lost in the end; every last drop is worth it's spend.
Yes, the fact is yet; you must conquer more to command what you already have.
Will you fight or will you die trying; that matters not, just your greatest and best effort in this life.
(12/15/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem