Lessons Learnt

From my first I learnt to lie

Release small white birds to soothe the feathers

Smile to disguise the anger, control emotions,

Mask the hurt.


From my second I learnt that lust

And friendship are not enough;  that there is no such thing

As twin souls, when convention resides, fear takes over

And brain not body is middle-aged.


From my third I learnt to sit, and sit some more,

the virtue of indolence,

The glory and triumph of egoism

The minimal pace of unhurried effort.


All useful lessons, without doubt

Yet such a bad pupil am I

That I still wonder, unbidden,

If other teachers, wiser teachers,

Could impart, beseech and smooth.

Or leave me droop.