Teacher

Teachers are the chosen ones who impart to us, much-needed knowledge 

Be it from play school or kindergarten, when we are naive and of a tender age

Teach us to hold a pencil or, a pen to write, or to ably read and turn a page

From the formative years at school, or through those years of college

Our acumen for intelligence they spot, nurture and thoroughly gauge

To do things in life, being more relaxed, than in a fit of utmost rage

Miss those blissful academic years, those blessed fun-filled school days

When we excelled in sports and elocutions, even skits or tedious school plays

Be second to none when judged by everyone, never give up, or say a no or nay 

Lose out to no one, rise and shine after a fall, in your own humble way

Where art thou, Dear Teacher, miss you, and each one of your simple loving ways

Sadly, haven't we drifted seven oceans apart, to a distant newer place

See myself as a senior now, as I waddle to find that extra needed space

Think of you in troubled times, as I try to cope with life's faster pace

But a thought for you, I do spare, when it's time to thank and say the holy grace.