Some Thoughts On My Commencement To Life.

I was graduated

gradually into awareness
from her class womb,
just after some

long ago summer school 
on September 30,  

while passing through

my pre-natal courses,
into the next grade of life.

 

I balked at leaving
and was paddled once,
on my way out, sucking air
in my new surroundings,
and wailing at the
profound strangeness,
of my lessons to come.

 

Once again the scales

were balanced,
as I joined
a class of Libras,
to become a part of
the next generation,
of artistic, poetic
additions to God's
School Of Hard Knocks.

 

My diploma will

always hang
on a wall of
parchment flesh,
just above my
intestinal fortitude.


Its squiggle's mark
separation from
my earliest achievements.

 

The umbilical cord my Tassle

and my parents love my mortar

that was anything but bored.

 

They were my first two
teachers who were kind
and taught me much.


One is gone,
she died young,
and the other
is a wise old man
who I love dearly
and still visit often.

 

He still Imparts wisdom

and I am always open to

his old school lessons
knowing how he paid
dearly in sweat and tears,
for the early years 
of my schooling.

 

There is a higher institute 

that awaits me someday,

but only if I learn well

all of my lessons of life

and pass the various tests

that could have caused me failure.

 

Then I must impart my knowledge

to those who are studying hard 

and hardly studying

the wonders of life.

 

The greatest subject of all

which is love should be shared.

All that we have struggled with

and succeeded at will help those

who have yet to embrace it.

 

Then I will leave

the hallowed halls

of my flesh and go to join

the alumni who have

blazed a path before me.

 

Those who have

at long last achieved

their masters benefits

and been granted 

heavenly positions above.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III

 

 

 

 


 

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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is so beautiful and makes one look inward to see if we have passed that test.

Great hub

God Bless


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Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

There is nothing like reaching middle age, to make you appreciate the sacrifices made by others, that we may enjoy our life. Thank you MFB for all you do, and all you have done.

Namaste.


SilverGenes 6 years ago

I love these lines: "All that we have struggled with and succeeded at will help those who have yet to embrace it." I hope so. It makes sense that way. Thank you :)


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nicolace 6 years ago from Teddington, UK

Very good very clever. N

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