The Leaders Before Me Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

They are shaping me into one,
And their skills mold me so I can,
I thought I can escape for being one,
But no matter I refuse to hold the wand,
They are always holding my hands.

I gained varied features of distinct leadership skills,
From these three geniuses of Silver Bells,
Their sound decisions are powered by their mighty brain cells,
That the impossible for me will never be in their own free will,
For me to realize I witness and influence their sails.

He is the first leader in the public emblem of democracy,
He could power your dream into an independent reality,
He never annoys you in his words of bounty,
And pretends he has nothing to say,
But a Principal of witty full of duty.

Comes the second leader in my public school journey,
A person embedded with the pure charm of simplicity,
He shows to me the perfect figure of humanity,
That a leader shed tears of profound ache in front of many,
And laughter breaks his morning to welcome another day.


The third principal is a 'she' and a she is with me.
Great planner, great thinker, and great 'wannabe'
Her days are nights and her nights are days to reach the apogee,
A woman of strong mind and anticipation evading hyperbole,
A woman of action of no question in her whoopee