This is my favorite poem. The last stanza of this is what's going to be inscribed on my memorial plaque.
For no particular reason (other then I felt like it) I give you:
INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
Beryond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the Master of my fate
I am the Captain of my soul.
(W. E. HENLEY)