On Being Great Poem by Dr John Celes

From clay, we came but some turn great;
Remaining same, some called it fate;
Some toiled all life, but kept clean slate;
Some gazed at heaven’s narrow gate!

The things we do must of use;
For not doing, we give excuse;
Some stay for life-time as recluse;
The wise called bards become a muse.

Empty we came onto this earth;
We all can turn sublime since birth;
But evil-doers aren’t a dearth;
Our minds and hearts must get due mirth.

But mirth will come if we can share,
And take some risks in life and dare;
All creatures need much love and care;
We must work for common welfare.

All by oneself, we can’t do much;
We need God’s grace for magic touch;
Greatness is God-allowed to such
Of those whose hearts show love sans grudge.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-05-2014