Bending low the master helps
The student rise high
Above the atmosphere
Rising into brilliant skies
Where no restrictions
Can hold him down.
The world is his
He wears it as a crown
Turning now to stoop
So low
To assist another
To this hallowed ground.
He praises those
That got him here
Rendering love
That does abound
Does appear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016