The student monk had spent seven years,
Learning how to comprehend awareness.
At the end of his study it was time for assessment,
To visit the master was his final assignment.
Scratchy nib on wooden stick,
Dipped in inkpot desk set.
For fifty years no poem I wrote,
No thought of verse or rhyme.
I never saw Mam and Dad kiss,
Not even a peck on the cheek;