Moral of no use

 There once was a man of high regard,

His morals and ethics, his shining guard.

He lived his life with great dignity,

A model for others, he aimed to be.

He helped the poor, the weak, and the meek,

He was always humble, never one to seek,

Fame or fortune, or any worldly gain,

His only aim was to alleviate pain.

He was admired by all, far and wide,

His virtues and principles, no one could deride.

But life, as it does, can be cruel,

And fate played a hand, in this man's duel.

He lost his fortune, his health declined,

His loved ones departed, leaving him behind.

He never lost his faith, his spirit never waned,

But his body and soul, were severely pained.

He struggled on, with his head held high,

His principles intact, never once a lie.

He faced his fate, with a brave front,

But his heart was heavy, with the weight of the stunt.

He lost everything, that was dear to him,

His hopes, his dreams, his future dim.

But he held on, to his moral core,

Till the very end, and even more.

For in the end, what matters most,

Is not the gain, but the moral host.

And this man, with his high regard,

Won the game, his soul unmarred.