I'm a place where you view through the lens of the past. History lovers tend to have a blast. Where art lovers can nurture their inner critic, As they stand before each old painting and relic.

I was an icon in the heyday of Microsoft word whenever you needed help. But often people did not like me. Now I am relegated to holding documents and being bent out of shape to clean hard to reach places.

Raised to honor someone momentous, I stand where all may look and adore

A version of me can wrap around your wrists. Historically, i symbolized authority. What am I?

I have crowned heroes, Decorated generals, Sold illusions, And clarified lies. Some chase me their entire lives. Some earn me for a job well done. Some print me beside conditions they hope you'll ignore. Yet every morning, One of my kind rises without applause. What am I?