MY FAVOURITE TEACHER

MY FAVOURITE TEACHER My favourite teacher is life itself Experiences help me understand What worked, and what did not Which only afterwards did I spot Learning that will extend a hand That can grow, almost by stealth Such a teacher is always faceless The years accumulate as degrees Respect for knowledge obtained Nothing learned, nothing gained Wasted time shooting the breeze Ignorance ends up being tasteless Can I say life is still my favourite As a teacher with no personality One on one tuition is full grown It has a curriculum all of its own Yet each year has its seasonality With harvest done, just savour it