Ode to a loved one.
"... Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse."
-Walt Whitman
We're born losers against the clock. How gallantly we lose is how people remember us.
May Jai's verse remain forever with those that remember him.