As Jest Treat Jesses Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

As jest treat jesses, spurn blind mind
refusing scope, hopes left behind,
for door, or road, mode, code, unmowed track
is more important - don't look back.
Ink lined inclined, by some declined,
pink of perfection proves, aligned
with purple hues to school hope's heart
which each dawn greets as welcome start
while life's hostel's open sign -
remains till time to draw the line -
chock full of opportunity
stay: soul at rest and spirit free.