I have nothing without them
I am useless and lame
If they don’t mold and teach me
My life turns nothing like a rotten tree.
They teach me how to stand tall
And never teach me how to fall
They accept me as what I am
And improve me like a growing palm.
As I walk along the road
Looking to my past with them
The happiness that we have together
The smiles and tears we have shared
They give me the knowledge
To cure and repair the damage
I thank them most
And treat them like a rose
As I walk along the road
With a heavy load
They help me how to carry it all
And support when it’s going to fall
The knowledge and confidence I have today
I acquire and possess them all
As I walk along the road….
With my teachers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem