I watched him at close quarters yet somehow incognito,
I saw the tears stroll down his chubby cheeks with reluctant ease.
His facial expressions he attempted to freeze, but his heart had been melted,
I saw him,though I never touched it, it touched me- I felt-it.
I fell to my knees praying for his redemption
Only an angel could provide divine intervention,
This the same man who spent three quarters of his academic years in detention, and the other quarter dismissed through suspension,
Now it was killing him, the urge to thrill in him, yet his disastrous past prompted to conceal in him the good will to exert the radical talent and abundant skill in him.
Previously excelling, now he was size XL- longing to be slim,
thrown in the deep end, dependant to swim.
Courage that he lacked collapsed in a whim, no longer a wimp.
With more diversity than bubba-gump shrimp,
a slump deceased put to sleep, awoken from slumber,
they told me age was nought but a number,
because from as early as my infants I was taught I was stupid,
yet led to believe I am intelligent,
Emphatic neurosis, memory of an elephant.
I remember how life took it's toll on me,
how it stole a march on me,
by allowing others in front of me-
but first shall be last and last shall be first,
quench my thirst for drama,
yet nothing is rehearsed in the quest for karma,
Got to keep calm and be a knight in rhyming charmer....