A eager young child follows behind,
Rushing to the one leading the way.
Sharping the mind and body.
The student did so every day.
Until the child was no longer a kid,
No longer playing with sand.
He was a master at his craft.
After a master lended a hand.
The elder master was teary but proud.
A bit sad their time had come to a end,
But happy to have met a wonderful student.
One who now lends a hand.
Once a student, but now teaching others,
Reaching out to guide young ones.
Strict but with gentle intentions,
Treating the kids like daughters and sons.
And they grew up too soon,
Getting better with little time.
Creating masterpieces with what they have.
Something beautiful like a little rhyme.
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Pieces of Thoughts
PoetryFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
