There is a man
Made of clay and stone.
A being of creation
Who passes on his wonder
Upon others.
He bequeathes his talents
Upon his pupils
And pours in encouragement.
Daily he works to find
A single student
A lone star of burgeoning
Aptitude.
This skillful progeny
He did instill his mastery
To become better
At their craft.
In the end
This being of magnum opus
Becomes his
True work of art.
His
Masterpiece.
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Author:
PrimalHeaven (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this in tribute of an art teacher who was my homeroom teacher and the third person to read my poems and helped me with editing them.
- Category: Friendship
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