Confession Poem by Oliver .........

I grew out of childhood
Wiser and wiser, positioning
Myself with the surfeit of knowing
On myself, but then stalking
Through ideas and abandoning
The older things which I found too
Sticky as the wood gum in a
Carpenter's ateller.
I am neither the confession at the
Altar nor the sin before the
cassocked men with the rood!
Always firmed, I grow out of the
Manhood now, like a tall stark
Tree, when still I go on with an
Inner flame bobbing to grow
Beyond this manhood ofcourse!