The magic cast by teachers most
Upon the pupils all –
You never can add up the cost:
Their toil can fill a hall.
The debt you owe to teachers all,
You never in life know;
They helped you scale a lofty wall
Of ignorance, and woe.
The world cannot be teachers’ free,
No matter how you learn;
Parents apart, they grew the tree
Of knowledge, how to earn.
Respect your teachers all through life;
They ask some enquiry;
They are our angels amidst strife,
Who wrote our life’s diary.
Copyright by dr john celes 3-08-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem