I That Weep Like A Child As I Walk Solitary Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I that weep like a child as I walk solitary
Along the streets not knowing where I go:
I that burdened am with grief and fear
And feel my step tremble at the touch
Of every touch with the street gratings:
I that smile without an envy in my heart
I that met my enemy and waved:
No knowing how to bear my green malice
Trying to learn but failing miserable:
I wanted to be green but failed exam.
I am think
Become or soon to come
The buffoon of the town, perhaps the world:
And yet, I am a Poet – I know, I know, I know.