Tired illiterate ....
Tiredness creeps along this uneducated soul.
Self inflicted annoyance of nothing learned.
Take hold his compass of measured morality.
Is it low, is it high, will he hold, will he fly.
Illiterate, illegitimate, no history to record.
Abuse, a beast , all else forgotten.
Yet from a past left in its timeline.
A future paved with period possibilities.