Ode to my Teacher

I am today a man, a man who sees, differentiates bad and good.

Understands life and death

To you, I owe it all.

I know not of the world's riches

Greater than all of it, you gave.

A child I was once

Gave pen as a staff to hold'

Conquer the world with it', you said

Now I understand it better.

I look yonder

Mates have done well, some not.

Words you pronounced

 Echoes in my mind, today.

Who knew men and women of 

Courage, vigour and wisdom inspired

In that small four cornered room.

”You'll someday grow old”, you said

I rather not and be a kid in school, I wished.

You gave crayons

”Color the world as you go by”, you said

Different shades of them, 

Each of them beautiful.

You taught me to color

I was in good hands, I'm blessed!

Dear teacher look at me,

The man I have become.

If you ever think you failed

You are my winner.

You made me into a man.

Many seasons have come and go

My prayers for you wherever you go

Angels guide and with you, they go.