I might give out but I will never give in

No job
No business
No health insurance
No fat pension
No nice house
No youth left
No beautiful spouse
No children
No real friends

And not even a single prospect for any of these. In all probability, I will die alone. But somehow, it is alright.
In the words of Ray Lewis, I will finish the race. And at the finish line, my legacy will endure - forever.