Okay, I know this poem sounds stupid and crazy. But that's what I did. I've done about 3-4 hours to print it
out till it's perfect; no dirty inking that's splashed all over the paper. The poem is not good, I must say.
But at least I did it, though it's my first time making a poem.
Actually, this poem is dedicated to my temporary teacher who's going away to another school on 16th Sept 2005.
Describing her isn't that hard. She's kind, yet she has patience on her. Unlike my current teacher, whose
always bossing us around, and makes us look like we're suffering from hell. And get this, we are like suffering
from hell, when this temporary teacher will soon be gone to another school. She's a hot-tempered person, no doubt
about it. She can be very aggresive. Like, for example, makes us write 50-100 formulas (like corrections) until we
understand. And by then, we have to handed the book to her by the day after tommorow as a proof that you did your
studyings. Talk about that! What a person! >_<
But enough of this, let me retrace back my poem...Here it is. Poem is solely written by, yours truly. :)
Still, I feel this poem is a little bit awkward...and off topic...
Remember Us Well
For truth and grace,
for hopes and happiness,
for memories of eternal,
may these things guide you through
when you are in need.
Even if you feel lonely,
even if you feel unhappy,
even if you feel insecure,
we will always be there by your side,
as you have taught us so many things
that we have not seen and understand.
Although we are naughty,
although we are playful,
although we tend to make noises in the classroom,
you are still as patience as ever,
as polite as ever, and
as nicer than anyone else as ever.
But in times,
you are the light that shines us all.
You bring us back to life with joy
when you are teaching.
Now as time passes quickly and quietly,
whether you grow older, and we grow bigger,
we will still be there by your side,
each and every second counts.
So remember us well, as long as you can,
in your heart,
in your mind,
in your soul, and
in your dreams,
as we are about to bid you goodbye.
Farewell now,
our beloved friend and teacher,
farewell.
