Small and 7, curious of the world innocuously searching for answers
Bilabial and nasal stops endeavoring speech
Syntax still unripe, Mother deciphering my guileless Morse code
A premature Bill Bojangles I dance to entertain, kin laugh in amusement
But patriarch absent, view of mankind altered.
The neurotic pang matures me in haste, Old Boy I become.
Like Lao Tzu I too am a poet