100 Days As Medical College Dean (C) Poem by Dr John Celes

They call me as ‘Chief-guest’.
I’ve little time to rest;
I try to do my best;
I try to be well-dressed.

I feel no more suppressed;
I feel no more oppressed;
I feel no more depressed;
But I’m a bit more stressed!

I know I am quite fit;
I improve bit by bit;
My life looks all alit;
I’m wary of the ‘Pit’!

I know the good from bad;
I know life is quite sad;
I know this world’s mad;
God gave me fine a dad!

Worry can spoil the show;
God helps perform somehow;
I dislike having to toe
The line of others’, Oh!

But I’m on my own;
This is a ‘village- town’;
I am not a clown;
God will not me disown!

I have new ideas
Which look like the Himalayas;
Things move slowly, Alas!
But time will surely pass.

My days of glory are near;
I have no favor or fear;
To me, all souls are dear;
But no one must ever tear.

To all, I have an ear;
I must listen and hear
To friend, foe and peer;
And thus must I well steer!

I know that God loves me
Specially, uniquely;
I thank Him so freely;
This world is quite wily!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2009