Sitting across me, your face creases
My sight may not be one that pleases.
I am subject to some thousand teases
Target for a torment that never ceases.
Wipe from your face that frown
Fellow human I am only down.
My speech slurred and slow
my face spread like dough.
With sheepish grin and stubby chin
never thin, I never win, I never sin
dependent on only kin.
Do not ever, stranger, do not ever
despise the road that leads to down.
My bespectacled eyes are bleary
My protruding tongue renders my words slurry.
I may be sterile, I may become senile
I am puerile though never agile.
Be ever grateful, friend, forever grateful
For long is the road that leads to down
Complexities are mysteries
Simplicities are victories.
I might grow to forget
and never know regret.
I grow at my pace
do not cast your gaze low.
Do not laugh at my face
passerby, you do not know
For calm is the storm found on the lonely lengthy road that leads to down.
Since I was little till now, I see this guy every Sunday in church and whenever I attend weekly programs. I always notice him. He never misses service. I am sure of it. About five months ago, I stalked him for close to six Sundays and even ensured I sat near him on one. I do not even know his name. What I feel for him is not really pity. It’s just…. I don’t know. Maybe compassion. And never you look down on them; their heaven is sure. Only God knows of yours.
•Yes. The guy has Down’s syndrome.
•Yes. I disobeyed the ushers.
•Yes. The stalking was fun.
•Since I am not disclaiming anything, maybe I should have called it a ‘claimer’.