WHAT TO BE

For virtue,

Do not be but clay to man

That any may touch and mould to what

shape they desire.

But like Bronze

Holding an edge for all

to form shape upon.

In character, a fool

Like water is,

Takes shape of it's container,

But like a still container,

A shrewd man

Shapes all that into his life enter.

The wise, my little one,

know when to 'be' water or a still container.

To spot a vice and flee,

Be eagle eyed.

Be shift of foot and

Procrastinate not

Lest thou taketh the liking of clay.

Let follies from others

Be thine learning,

And thou shall but thine own make few.

Thus a fixed North Star

Shall thee be

For man, as even a sailor,

To take his bearing from.  

                                          Opolot Simon