Miyerkules, Nobyembre 2, 2011

To my Favorite Teacher (Sir Tristan)

Every now and then
You are so understanding
Filled our minds with learnings
No other man like you if I haven't mistaken.

Each day was a battle
Nervousness in you was so subtle
You remained calm, feet on the ground
Eventhough your intelligence knows no bounds.

Yes! Everything might appear complicated to you.
Just don't lose hope for God knows what to do.
Smile and laugh, lay all the burdens.
Let weaknesses be variables that will strengthen

Teaching is not about perfections,
It is running after those margin of errors
where giving up is an abomination
and failures are an accelerator.

Don't be sad and melancholic
Gross! That is anachronistic
We believed in your potentials, we always do
You are very much appreciated, too.

We're greatful you're our teacher
For we had learned so many lessons in life,
We had been so much better
And if only we we're years older, sure! We'll be glad to be your wife! (joke)