Knowledge

I bumped into him My eighty and something year decrepit teacher He was wearing a coat Moth-eaten,shabby and antiquated Overlooking an ostensively,presumed shirt In his haste has unwisely buttoned up A pair of pants obsolete He would oftentimes disregard to zip up He was fidgeting for a cigarette butt His nicotine-stained fingers collapsed to tame, In vain disenchanted to stub out Sipping the grounds of a coffee and residue Grieving to run its course,grant his wishes And to his inflamed will abide Only then did I approach his vision Of this agitated ,perturbed and harassed world That I to my daze ascertained how His know-how gallantly harmonized with His hoary grey-haired head Above all his alert,vigilant mind His antediluvian glasses, His high-pitched nose Only then did I surmise Hope springs eternal Look yonder disguise Beyond semblance.