Two years old
A burgeoning bundle
Of mess, stutter-stepping
Into matter much harder
Than skull
Always learning…

At twelve
Simply stapled to a desk
Sit tight and listen
Succumb to what is
Told, no life beyond those
Mildewed windows
Learn!

Twenty-two
‘dunno how many dastardly drinks
In, does it matter?
Here on your own volition
Did you pay attention?

Now, thirty-two
And time dwindles about you
Nothing lost
Nothing gained though
There was a time
When what you stumbled upon
Was what was sought
And what was learned
Justly taught.