My teacher


There lived an old man who never looked old

As if he reborn with every sunrise

I still remember some of the things he told 

As a preacher, he was so wise. 

He was the school I used to attend

Every time I fail,

That captain, how many people towards hope he did send 

On his little boat always ready to sail

My teacher, he taught me 

That life is more than one try 

He kept trying push me see 

What hope in life does signify

He told me I should never feel it’ the end 

I should rather fight for staying

That success should be my demand 

For it is better than just praying

But I was that desperate kid

No use to talk to me

I never believed in what I did

No way, a wise man, I’d be

I used to search for shadows to hide

No strength in me to fight

I knew it wasn’t pride

But I could not fetch what was right

And in one day and a scary night

My wise teacher my captain died

I didn’t cry, my eyes were bright

Not with tears, although I tried

I felt happy when he left

No one to bother me anymore

But a sound in my ears was left

That I could never ignore

And now it is been a decade

Since you, my teacher, died

May god bless what your hands made?

Because finally I realized

That life is for men who dare

And fight in order to survive

I will spread your wits everywhere

And forever you will be alive


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