I mourn myself before my father’s grave. My tongue, my blood, this air will tell my tale, The proof of which is buried now beneath Those desert sands, beside that river’s shore.
Of noble men so many earth has bared, / But to the great Ali no one compared.
I think I’ll wear a suit and tie today / with Cole Haans and a pair of itchy socks.
We must be adults for our children. Adults are scared, but they don’t panic; sad, but they smile; tired, but they persevere; angry, but they mind their manners. Adults tremble, but they’re strong for their kids.