Child's Walk Poem by Alexander Onoja

On his feet, he stands alone,
nerve-wracking to learn his duty walk.
He huff and makes piteous moan,
when ever mockery raises its thorny stalk.

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Wandering alone as a cloud,
when he falls, he cries aloud.
He frowns and cried for aid,
but the tribute of his tears were unpaid.

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With two hands waving up,
and two stumping feet.
When he falls, he gets back up,
dancing to an unknown beat.

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Placing timid foot after the other,
he was able to go visit his grandmother.
Now that he has learnt to walk,
next is to learn to talk.