Teachers

A drifting soul,

here today, gone tomorrow,

leaving you tasting, foul…

Shifting desert, sand

blowing wind, upper hand

always in demand!

Won’t change a moment

throughout all time,

truly a statement made bold..

Moving on to the great

party, heaven wards, up high

with my, many teachers,

eating scones an cake……..

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