A Poem For Mister Smith Poem by Denis Martindale

To me, he was a noble soul, one held in high regard,
For he maintained his self-control, though sometimes life was hard...
Our class proved not the best in School, yet he made us take note...
He never chose to play the fool, that's why he got my vote...
When Mathematics had been taught, we really learned a lot,
He brought to bear tremendous thought, so never on the spot...
Each question asked brought his reply, his wisdom proved his worth...
He knew the values X and Y... for anything on Earth...
So Mister Smith I'll not forget... he taught me all I know...
And that's the reason I've no debt... no money do I owe...
If not for him, where would I be? Would I be up the creek?
For Mathematics is life's key, if harmony you seek...


Denis Martindale May 2018.