My Favorite Teacher
My Favorite Teacher
Is Forever near
In the morning at noon at night
He wears to die for
leather Sandals, encasing
Well travelled dusty feet.
A robe so crisp, so white, so fresh
With a head of fragrant curls
So soft
So forgiving
Forever kind; whose lessons are taught
In the wisest of ways;
No disapproving, angry, wagging fingers;
To remain in one’s heart, for all of one’s days.
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