Magister

Magister                              May 15, 2005

Magister: Latin for "teacher"

Remember all those times gone by

When boys and girls let their childhood fly

In your presence, in the glimmer of your eyes?

Remember standing before the young audiences

On your pulpit, teaching of the instances,

Of what is, what isn't, what should forever be?

Remember preaching to the youth so much

Of your personal experiences, good, bad and such,

And telling us it's all the price we pay to be free?

Well, I remember those times so very well,

And I have so many things to you I want to tell.

You and I have such a wonderful bond, magister,

For you taught me to reach for my dreams, to simply dare.

There comes a time to fold wings and fly away,

But my memories of you shall never wander astray.

Remember the time I fell on wounded knees,

Lost in direction, in the presence of a car with no keys,

When I thought I had simply nothing left?

Remember the caring words you expressed

To me, emphasizing the pertinence, you impressed,

And you helped reawaken this slumbering spirit?

Remember when all these things occured,

Whether they were said, acted, or by written word?

I do, magister. You meant so much to me.