The Last Class

We entered the last last that one final day "It's our last class with you, Mr. Daniel," one student dared to say. The teacher read us a story, pausing to wipe away tears Then he told us things we'll cherish for years. Promises of friendship, email addresses exchanged Whether we liked it or not, our lives were about to change. "If you need me, I'm here," said the teacher, much wise "I'll be your friend," he told us, brushing tears from him eyes. "I don't do this every year; this time is special." "I'll help you out when, with trouble, you meddle." "Everyone makes mistakes, we all have our goofs." "OSS doesn't kill you; we have suffecient proof!" Sometimes people are given to us for a reason They stay just a while, maybe a season. But however you came to ma, as on to greater things I dash, I will forever remember you; especially the last class.