Trees shed leaves and new leaves grow,
Flowers die and buds bloom,
New teachers come and good teachers go,
But we never know why…..
It’s not the twinkle in your eyes,
Or that innocent smile of yours,
That has lit this lamp of gratitude in our hearts.
But what you are to us and what you were to us-
A loving, caring, sincere teacher, so sweet in nature!
And now when it comes to bid you goodbye;
It is so hard, so very hard to part with you
‘Cause we are left with memories and nothing else,
Which flow like a river and never dies…..
But you will be there in our hearts,
Lighting it up like a sun in our midst!
© Zoe k
Flowers die and buds bloom,
New teachers come and good teachers go,
But we never know why…..
It’s not the twinkle in your eyes,
Or that innocent smile of yours,
That has lit this lamp of gratitude in our hearts.
But what you are to us and what you were to us-
A loving, caring, sincere teacher, so sweet in nature!
And now when it comes to bid you goodbye;
It is so hard, so very hard to part with you
‘Cause we are left with memories and nothing else,
Which flow like a river and never dies…..
But you will be there in our hearts,
Lighting it up like a sun in our midst!
© Zoe k
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