A Tribute to an English Teacher |
When you taught Shakespeare and a tear would fall from your eye, We, at our desks, would smile and wonder why. Your zeal for the plays seemed quixotic in those days. The literary light in which you’d bask was to us a required task. Since then, I’ve loved and lost, and stoically bore the baneful cost; Yet, wed another for the golden band and count blissful days on one hand. I’ve endured the pain of the fall, and the struggle to again stand tall. No longer young and brash, I have lines and hair streaked with ash. I’d judge life more cold and hard, if not for the pages of your noted bard. For like you, now I too, enjoy a laugh and a tear perusing Shakespeare. |
Copyright by
Glenn D. Hayes
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