My Teachers Poem by Isaac Yaw Osei

My Teachers



I have but six (6) teachers.
They taught me everything I need
And what I am now is because of:
What? Which? Why? Where? When?
And; Who?
If you'll only trust ‘n' obey them, then… you can do.
You can do ‘n' do, keep doing‘n' doing, doing all the doing
The things you do, the way you do ‘em right
And grow like the bristlecone pine
That made me to live.

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