Mentor Poem by Justin Reamer

The mentor is the inspiration,
Of whom I can't forget,
He took the place of my father,
In the point of life's regret.

Mum had met him,
And had found him suitable,
She introduced him to us,
And he became our father figure.

His name was Bruce,
And he regarded us with love,
He gave us a bunch of his time,
And he cared about us greatly.

Bruce was like a father to us,
Teaching us everything we needed to know,
He was my hero,
Doing what was best for Sean and me.

Bruce had made me brave,
As he had made Sean strong,
He inspired my imagination,
As he contributed to Sean's recreation.

He taught us how to fix things,
Especially around the house,
He taught us to be outdoorsmen,
To love nature and its gifts.

Bruce was a kind man,
Guiding us all the way,
He truly cared for us,
No matter what had happened.

Bruce taught us to be strong,
To be physically fit,
He taught us to pursue education,
And to do our very best.

However, his emphasis was love,
As he taught us for the past
Eight years,
He wanted us to love everyone,
No matter what had happened.

Bruce is a mentor,
He truly cares for us,
He doesn't really hate us,
And he was always there.

Unlike my father,
Bruce did truly care,
And unlike other people,
He was always there.