Amoeba

Lesson as a child is an inborn It's of course right in the bone. Like the early privilege souls: Shakespeare, Yeast and Milton. They are the history of years that sings in me. Come down to Africa Not only did their poetry sings Some note to my possession Likewise, their marbles, trebles and puzzles Contributes to my endless pride. The lake, the sky... and the sun Are equally positive gestures That muse my spirit for verse. Pen will not sleep off my physical and mental surroundings- My Bloods, my peers, faith, media and society They are toast tools that deliver me from fits.