Teacher

Teacher, with you

I would like to be

Once again I would like to be

The ‘pupil of your eye’

Your lessons come back to me

Renewed and refreshed

They shine through

My failures and success

I walked behind you

I walked with you

But….you walked away

I have treasured your footprints though

Your words echo

“It’s only men who die

But life lives on…”

So does yours

You are

Endless

Eternal

Everlasting

Because….springs never die!