Sun was up and the eyes were down,
A story of a man from a distant town, 
Walking quietly on his way to work, 
Kept looking for an answer around.

What is it that makes us great? 
Or is it just a game of fate?
One thing that brings us only respect, 
And ensures that we never stagnate.

Pondering as he walked alone, 
Saw two people standing by a stone, 
One was harsh while the other was polite, 
Thought, "Maybe the answer lies in our tone".

Not sure if he found it or not, 
He kept walking till he reached his stop, 
Realised the answer can never be fate,
It must be something that cannot be taught.

The sun was up and the eyes were down, 
Drenched in sweat he was walking around, 
When suddenly he met this man,
In a torn white outfit all rugged and brown.

The simple man had nothing to say, 
Gave our traveller some water on his way, 
But our seeker who was amazed, said
"Thank you my friend, I shall never forget this day".

With a smile on his face he started again, 
And realised that the answer is simple and plain.
What is it that makes us great?
The art of being humble, of being humane.