Images Past…Present
Early chilly January morning,
A sea of parents and students pouring,
In bright coloured dresses,
And grim looking faces,
Come to attend an orientation,
Why is my eyes undergoing precipitation?
Is it the images of past reminiscing?
Or the thought of future reverberating?
An odd feeling passes by,
To see teacher’s I recognise by name,
Getting ready to bid goodbye,
To students they tutored for many a seasons.
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