Sonnet: ’tis Heaven’s Way Poem by Dr John Celes

Who says that Keats could have writ even more,
If he were given longer lease of life?
No one can say when we exit Earth’s door;
Our performance improves with added strife.

For, what is predestined, we do not know;
We function freely in the time given;
To sufferings, our achievements, we owe
And reach a state of life Will-power driven.

Yet, time is precious, we must hurry up;
The thief called death may come at any time,
When we must leave, deserting our life’s cup;
The lucky few had made their lives sublime.

Great things men do when Heaven gives the ‘go, ’
Big dreams get shattered if the Lord says ‘no.’