Potters Of Men (Part 5) Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

My teachers yesteryear
Potters of men
Now is the dawn
The hour of reckoning
The intoxication of the night has faded
The moulted infant
Became an adult
With the scales of ignorance shed
In retrospect I viewed
Like an astronomer the stars
The brightness is truth indelible
My teachers Yesteryears
Designed me with patience and diligence
Molded me with determination
Accommodated several adjustments
With the voice and the rod
In the potter's wheel
Like an earthenware.

(Wednesday 12th November,1997)