GREATNESS

Save me the greatness
In the name of advise
Give me nothing
If it's greatness you derive
From the lives and times
Of gallant men
Like salt to the sore
That seeps rapidly within
'What is right' is general truth
We all know what not to do
And yet we flounder
Time and again
Each time a different disdain

Similarly, I am a bit
Of every man I meet
To greet or scorn
And carry on
My faults are all identified
Discovered and certified
We're all just a family
I scratch your back
You scratch mine
Narrating greatness of former times

What you do great
Becomes greatness tomorrow
But they that just narrate
Are comfortably hollow
Greatness is an abstract
That can't be seen or heard
But only be felt
Fleeting south like birds
To make you know
Where you are and where to go

-K.G.