You did not say good-bye
You never knew you'd miss me--
Another teacher that has tried
To guide and mold you greatly
Another face that fades to naught--
With hope that you'll retain
The lessons that I've taught--
The keys to a great gain.
And if after culmination,
You still don't see my role
I'm one of hundreds--I'm an institution
That slowly pushed you toward your goal.
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- Comment from author about the poem: About a teacher http://misssalazar.blogspot.com/2011/01/graduation-day.html
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Comments2
Sweet....it is a wonderful tribute to loving, true teachers. Bittersweet because the student is so ignorant of the loving guidance...too busy moving on to something better. I like it very much.
This is a tender piece of work. I know some of my teachers, by the time I graduated, might have thought the same things about me. If so, I was much to energized and ready to take on the world to notice. I took on that world and it about did me in. Only in my later years have I thought back to the good that was taught me in old THS.
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