It Is My Tutelage
Sorry,if I looked ungrateful
And my attitude makes friendship stinks like rotten eggs;
Sorry if I am afar from our poetic accord,
It is not just me, it is my tutelage.
All a while I am a pupil
In another Land and different tongue
The Land I must know,the tongue I must speak;
I am a man-baby learning to walk
Pardon my fall when my feet slip.
Upon my shoulders lies now a new task
That promises to give me wings and takes me beyond the sky
Yet my elevator speaks in tongue and gives me rules:
Brace up or bolt out; the choice is yours.
So when I fail to pat your back for your crowing quil
Or congratulate you on the medal we jointly treasure
Worse still, acknowledge not your warming greetings
Remember this and pardon my fall when my feet slip:
It is not just me,it is my tutelage.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015
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