The Best Of Men Poem by Ogolla Enock

The best among men do not drop from heaven.
Nor do they rise from a particular place or race.
Some are born and bred in palaces surrounded by privileges
while others; born in remote villages, schooled in hardships
and raised in the streets, rise from the lowest depths of hell
But, regardless of age or heritage, all men are born of women.

The measure of a man isn't in his age, heritage, position,
religion, race, or eloquence. The measure of a man is in
the competence with which he performs when given
a chance, the confidence and thoroughness he exerts
in his work, the sobriety he employs when put to the test
and the wisdom he deploys in trial and temptations.

Anyone can behave and prosper when times are good.
But tragedy is the real measure of men and everyone else,
the manner with which he bounces back after failure and fall
and the thoroughness with which he takes responsibility to do what
needs to be done, without murmuring, self-pity, or blaming others,
is the true measure of a man. And of all men, God is the best