The metal warrior

As the turmoil of life passes on,
A new dawn emerges on the horizon.
Each day one learns to live with pain,
And as we learn, life becomes serene.

Aye, I am not prattling and beating a can,
The fire of adversity doth really forge the man.
Things came to naught, took blows on the chin,
But I still stood upright, yeah that’s in my gene.

Fights I fought and my heart did I crush,
Yet never breathed a word, lest it create a hush.
All this to bring a smile on a pretty face.
You all know whom that face doth grace.

John Cahn, Willard Gibbs and Hume Rothery,
Were the persons who went before me.
We all loved the same pretty face,
Metal research is what the face does grace.

Fights I fought and blood I gave,
When I am gone, it will be emblazoned on my grave.
Here’s one who lived without fear,
And made alloys that resisted wear – he’s the true metal warrior.