I don't recall teachers.
just ghosts
in my past.
A shadow,
a spectre,
a bully, a saint.
So faint.

Out of the blocks.
Life's starting gun cracked.
False start.
No one
called me back.
No one
explained.
So sad.

An innocent abroad.
Fifteen years and some daze.
A page
with no knight,
no mentor,
no guide.
So bleak.

My life gathered pace.
My horizons
obscure.
Ignorance,
ignorance. The track
seemed to say.
So hard.

I dipped
like a sparrow.
Into fountains
of knowledge.
But had to leave
quickly.
My thirst unquenched.
So despairing.

Now the race ends.
Time dictates
it must.
Mortality beckons,
time,
for reflection.
So clear.