I am like the midnight glory
That only you can see, with wisdom hoary
For when I am low or I don't know
You understand and tell me how
To start anew, without fear
And so, you are my teacher
The midnight oil, you taught me to burn
And with dexterity, make the urn
'Tis empty now, but not for long
For you've promised to light my way along
The rugged trail to a bright future
And so, you are my teacher
No matter who, no matter where
Your only care, to make us a debonair
To spur us on, you wake at dawn
And rousing words from your mouth spawn
My urn is filling with psychological feature
And so, you are my teacher
A fantastic preacher, with every feature
Of the best potter, peacher
Minor cracks show as I go astray
But with potters clay, you fill it up, cliche
A legendary creature helps me fill my urn deeper
And so..., you are my teacher
And so, you are my teacher...
Bravo! Your gratitude is admirable besides your writing skills learned from those who shared their wisdom with you! A well deserved tribute in honor of those who humbly and honestly share their knowledge and manners! 10+++ Keep it up! This well penned write shows your great TALENT! Thank you for sharing and God Bless You! Romeo-New York City
Yes, , , , No teacher, no world! ! they are our lighthouses... you are so clever to praise the gratitude of the teachers...nice poem
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I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem