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
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