Teaching - Poem by Gene Lupague
A sense of touch that affectionate...
A gleaming light in gloomy spots...
A soothing voice that reverberate...
A mild molding tongue of great slots...
Smile of bliss that communicates...
Tempting smell of reality,
The key of change and prosperity.
-So that for all teachers who teaches,
Without this? there will be no success!
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