He was my teacher through my English Class,
Everytime he gave a test, I always pass.
He was a man with alot of hope, although he was not a pope.
He wasa funny man, although he was big,
Yet you never find him spinning like a gig.
He is a teacher, and also a friend,
He's a man that thinks that love will never end.
I don't know if in is young days he had a good life,
But I hope one day, he will find a good wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet wish for your teacher! You should let him read this or just tell him it's here. So nice. Sincerely, Mary