To receive this gift, you ask for it not.
The irony of this, is how much it's sought.
For of the gift I speak, it is wanted a lot.
But unless you get lucky, have it forever, you cannot.
For it is a gift you accept, unknowing that you got.
A gift so grand, 'tis your predecessors from which it is wrought.
Of this gift I speak, you have, until you rot.
What am I speaking of?