End Of School: Farewell English Teacher

End Of School: Farewell English Teacher short poem

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Today is the day we separate
Today involves a change
I hope I don’t suffocate
From the information I’m about to exchange

You were there for us
Not as a teacher
From the school to the bus
A best friend’s feature

Hope wasn’t only from Emily
You gave it too
I found no storm could abash me
Your kindness made me blue

You think Quinquart shows a passionate love
But it can’t be
Compared to how you lifted my heart above
The fate of misery

I showed hatred towards books
Even towards myself
But you gave us the look
Your constant smile, one among special shelves

You understood our situation
You gave us hope
You gave us the very sensation
Give up? Nope.

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Shamala Chandran
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ah..the memories of school days..thanks for refreshing them again 🙂

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