On Being Great

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