Reminiscence

I beg your pardon!
A son of the Poet,
An Offspring of the poetry
of physical prose born
In the year my mates
were born, a normal child,
I went to school -
The school of the blind,
deaf and dumb tutored
in innocence and ignorance,
I left Ignorant
At the peak of my learning
For consciousness
had been awakened in me,
I lost my innocence to the wind;
The wind of learning that stalked
the Citadel.
Now live I in simplicity - abounding
there in blending temperament
and learning welding perception
and understanding walking
in fortitude and gratitude
Uncertain of my lack of simplicity.


© 2002, Nduka Ejibe Nduka