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MRM
Cleverly conceived conceits,
Monestrous metaphors:
You taught us, accepted us, prepared us.
If we missed the path,
Yours was not the fault;
If we have bought, at too great a price
that which seemed cheapest,
Yours was not our pattern.
When you taught us, we saw clearly,
Love and hate, concern and apathy.
But “Sex, Sin and Immortality”
Was our cry. The wages of these
We considered not, and are lost.
But, if, sir, you wonder, ever,
What of worth you have done,
Know this: That one who once before you sat,
Sits still to write and writing feels,
And, feeling, is thankful.
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Makes me quiet sad I never had a teacher, I fact I never read a poem in my life till I came here. maybe life was trying to tell me something.---Morchuis
What of worth you have done,
Know this: That one who once before you sat,
Sits still to write and writing feels,
And, feeling, is thankful. ...wonderful dedication....your schoolmaster did well......hehehe...getting closer to the age of time...senior year 65-66...may I be right....
William
" Know this: That one who once before you sat,
Sits still to write and writing feels,
And, feeling, is thankful."
...a perfect tribute.
Chrissie