Jude Uchella

To Our Course Rep - Poem by Jude Uchella

The lanky linguistic lad of language,
who decades past trod the slimy passage
and sauntered slow into our wacky world,
leaving the durance to our advantage.

Not a childhood memory I have of thee,
nor a clip to playback your mystery,
what I know is what I see naked now
a great guy and his greatness to endow.

When I gaze I see a selfless leader-
who for all will go hither and thither,
and this journey already has begun
Mom and Dad we're grateful he was born.

Belated happy birthday to you sir,
keep the fire burning now forever;
greater heights I know you will attain
pen your dreams and make them plain.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2013

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