Farewell

The trees rustle along his steps

As though they knew

It was his last day

The sun even dearer

Perhaps it remember

A dear long friend

The bench that he always seat on

And ponder about his decisions

Lay aloof as leaves falls on them

As to stop him from leaving

The campus that has being

His home for 35 years.

A young ambitious man

Losing his job to war

He found himself standing

In this very campus 35 years ago

And how he despise the job

And never had he imagine 

That he did one day cry

Over the very campus..

From being a lad of twenty five

To an old man of sixty

Half of his life spent teaching

And now it's time to rest

His heart heavy 

His souls reluctant

As the students stands in line

To bid farewell..

Making his way to his last class

He always had so much to share

And only few to listen it

And now words are few

With even the chattering birds

there to listen..

"Farewell my beloved students..

I am now old and grey

But you are young and free

Behold ! the world awaits your service

So rise and lead the world

For to rest is now mine

And to dream and achieve is yours

And when the road get rough

Remember my words

"Rest if you must,

But don't you dare give up!"