I'll NEVER FORGET

I remember classes so bad I cried,
the wrong word spoken,
like a glass I had broken,
when I just shook my head and sighed.

And I remember the students who died.

I remember teaching sleepy-eyed,
stuck in dreams alive
hoping somehow to revive,
standing there with both hands tied.

And I remember the students who died.

I remember looks deep and wide,
mind embracing mind,
moon and stars aligned,
carrying us along on a silver tide.

And I remember the students who died.


April 22, 2006


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