Tuesday, June 11, 2013

You Called Me A Teacher.

You Called Me A Teacher.

I stood before you and thought how I could relate
for my mind to convey what your mind could know, from what I narrate
I gave shape to what i held
Tried to explain how i thought our minds could weld
It made me know better, of what i knew
Thanks to you, for that’s the way i grew.

Your expressions gave away what you thought
for me to realize it was mirroring what i brought.
I did my best to solve the confusion
Only to clear my head of all the fusion.

You looked at me with an eager eye
For how i wrote and what i spoke
It made me cautious and ever so nervous
But i enjoyed the attention and ardent focus.

When i was confused i saw you bored
When i stopped it made you start
It made me tense and kept me restless
Only to prepare hard to make it a success.

I speak from my heart, but know not if it can think
My mind is blank and my heart is at its brink
I am full of memories loaded, but no more to occur
It saddens me deep, that it may not recur

What I have now, will be forever
I knew not, what would be, of what is now, but here it is as i see as never
I have to depart from you, for now
You have sculpted me and this is how

I am a teacher