The Teacher

The Teacher short poem

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A day of birth comes the Joker
The world a perfect teacher for the beginner
From four to two becomes a humble starter
A novice set sail amidst pressure
Floating with the tides devoid of disaster
A crystal clear mind of the adventurer
Captain by day and by night a dreamer
Expectations from the teacher we must deliver
It buries underneath wealth for the richer
And blinds the eyes of some to be poorer
Like games of the bold and the gambler
Scores everyone without fear or favor
A place for the free and kings of power
Without recourse to any when taken lower
Preaches love that makes the heart so tender
Brews hatred in those who pull the trigger
Peace is free for us to live together
Each day a new struggle till older
Now from two to four ending life of a finisher
A life in hindsight of a loser or winner
Like a book narrated by a storyteller
Finally the lights dim for the fighter
A laughter from the teacher at the Joker
No one lives beyond the perfect Teacher.

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