Sweet Old Days Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

When i was a baby
with a running nose and incomplete teeth
I went to school with biscuit and sweets
My teacher put me on a writing stool
I learn to say my A B C
I counted my fingers up to 1 2 3
I counted those fingers carefully
Pass through terrible beating and abuse
Among the big boys and girls in my class
I could not cry but fight back
According to mother's advice
And now, i am a professor
With a high degree.