Amar Agarwala Poet Epitaph

Epitaph of Professor John Peterson

I know not where he lies
My professor old,
But I knew him from youth
He had a heart of gold.

I muse the words he said 
His wizened grey hair,
Glasses atop his nose
With a gaze that would snare.

I feel his affections
When am down and blue,
Know the soil he graces
Is blessed with spirits true.

I wish I could someday
Find his graveside gray,
And offer him orchids
T o rest his soul and  pray.

Oh! My professor old,
Thy heart of pure gold,
Lamp that you lit in me
With your wisdom untold!
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