An inspiration is a friend.
A human--like you.
When looking back, you see
what they had put you through.
Just to teach, and make you
learn
the subject that they taught.
Looking back in the past,
you see the joy they brought.
The fun between the two of
you,
within the classroom walls,
was truly one of a kind,
as your laughter rang through
the halls.
They were there for you,
through all of the tough times.
To listen to your problems,
and read all your rhymes.
Eventually you’ll graduate,
and see no more of her.
Just recall what she taught
you,
and never forget--remember.
When you see no more of her,
and at last it is the end.
You look deep inside that
person,
and see the teacher--and the
friend.