In the modern world, I'm collected to give insights, but I wasn't always this. If you go back some years, I allude to a sweet treat, I even had my own jars! I come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; bars and discs and cakes, oh my! Go back even further when I was nowhere as sweet, where I was a steadfast traveling good to keep the hunger at bay.

It can bring out your fight, Or fuel your flight. It can be of darkness, Or of light. An uncomfortable feeling, emotional blight, taking over when you hear bumps in the night. There’s a quote from FDR to pull from the shelf: ‘The only thing we have to this, is this itself’

I stand in legions, yet alone I grow, My children fall but never truly go. I've witnessed empires, outlived king and squire. I die standing up, yet feed the floor. What am I?

A bird we all know, whose name means winged finger. This has been dead for a very long time, and it starts with a letter not needed. It’s on display all over the world; you just have to go see the exhibit.

Note - The solution is missing al at the end because it too long. A major anniversary this summer, though my European friends likely are not impressed and my Asian friends likely think, that’s all?