A teacher's not too old
He's always a right man
Fate to him is too bold
Hides to him bitter plan
His nice voice starts to fade
Conquer him so many fears
That cut dreams by sharp blade
Gloom at home does appear
He has cancer in his throat
To treat it he hesitates
Thinks that death's not remote
To enter in by large gate
Despite him stops smoking
In tasty meals has no will
In sadness he's smiling
Really he feels he's so ill
When life's about to smile
And children take their way
Days should wait a little while
Let them enjoy a life gay.
Wednesday 4 June 2014
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