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 is my Tassle

and my parents love

the mortar that formed me

they were 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

or 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.