Yet I Get Up For Morrow

Thirty years have passed I fall in deep behind the wall! Knocked by the hand of learning for a decade But the time is dotted as broken glass' taint Crossed mutely as sticky boogie of caravan of gypsy Passed away minutely often in naughty or bonny Reached in the squalid camp my certificate validity Vainly failed to open the shutter of the chance glory Tainted educated I'm, bonded in trumpery quota vacancy Disqualified in test for absent step under the table of glossy Yet I get up gently To crack the wall For morrow abruptly -11/03/18