My Old Teachers Poem by U Win Kyi

O, my teachers,
In you, signs of ageing slowly encroaching,
The smooth skin surrendering to wrinkling and freckling,
The eye luster turning into haziness and blurring,
The sweet voice changing into faltering and wavering,
The pearly teeth loosening and breaking,
The mind crumbling to forgetting,
The upright back bending to stooping,
The ears become hard of hearing,
The hands trembling,
The legs wobbling,
But in our memory lane,
Your love, devotion, dedication and sacrifice,
Shown to us all in your lives,
Are all the same,
It will never wane.
Saying a million thanks won't be enough,
Crouching and deep bowing will be still below the mark,
By the humblest mean that a great respect we do pay,
Expressing our gratitude to you in a special way,
It is on this Teacher-Student Reunion Day.