| My Teacher |
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My teacher, my teacher You are part of my city, My universe, my being. Oh my teacher if you were not here Who will pass me by, A piece would be missing And my note would be incomplete, It is like a pen without ink, Books without pages. My teacher my future is in your hands, You have made my profession. You are the director of my life, Without you it is like a flock without shepherd. Oh my teacher if you were not here Who will pass me by... |
| © 2004 by Desmond Adofo |
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NOTE: This poem talks about the great work teachers do in bringing up the future leaders of a country, and acknowledging their influence upon our development. This poem is to praise teachers for their courage in their mission of life. |
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