We come to life with no great aim, <br />But step by step, our souls flame. <br />We crawl before we learn to walk. <br />We babble before we learn to talk. <br />We walk and make our first step, <br />With a lot of pain and a little help. <br />We make it then and start to run, <br />With too much love and too much fun. <br />But we are still with no great aims, <br />For life is still a bunch of games. <br />Then we grow up and pain begins, <br />And start to know of our sins. <br />We think we choose what we shall be, <br />But soon we change and start to see, <br />That we are made what we should be. <br />When we see that and stick to it, <br />We might succeed and make a hit. <br />Then we begin to set some goals, <br />Which will enrich our empty souls. <br />Yes hope springs eternal in the heart, <br />And brings us close to a head-start. <br />If goals are great, noble and high, <br />They will see light and soar so high. <br />So hitch your wagon to a star, <br />For greatness is just a step afar. <br /> <br />21/4/2009<br /><br />Omar Osman Jabak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-hopes/
