First Crawl
First crawl
I learnt to crawl in a tie,
Banker’s suit and smile on a lucky tot.
Learning the secrets of trades and service,
I’d make a difference with my skills,
And earn some money on the side.
I learnt to crawl with tons of rules,
To master the job, I turned a thousand pages.
To prove my worth, I hugged every mentor,
And cleaned their messes without a fuss.
A good tyro carries the teacher’s boots.
And like a robot, I emptied the bins,
I crunched the numbers and wrote memos.
The keys devoured the prints off fingers,
With no responsibilities, I could endure,
Endure for hours past closure.
Only crickets heard my crackling back at night,
“When learning to crawl, you practice, you know,
Perfect practice makes practice perfect…”
I was too young to care, they’d say.
Even so I withered to a bag of bones.
Still learning to crawl,
I bore her bag without a word,
And at the seat of grilling for review,
Never let the cat out of the bag for,
Sometimes it scratches the bearer;
T’was a secret sauce of wisdom, lucky to learn!
I was learning to craw and,
I walked the miles for a scrap of unfair share.
And never tasted a slice of the cake.
A toddler never runs the race of grown-ups.
A crump is enough to blind the eye.
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Tonnie MAC.
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