Teacher – Protégé
Instructor of Life… coach me
to know the ways of the world – my eyes are blind
…to wayward ways and dishonesty strike
endless riffs of discord.
Dapper yet Divine, train me to the rhythm
of your dance, the beat of your music
the moves of the blues – the cadence of
the intricate steps of love.
Be patient of my slowness, I am light-years
on a different plane, but as I see
neither behind nor before: we are in the
same school of Higher Learning.
Take my hand, Priest of Courage and
spin me about; the music is still playing.
Life’s melody is a school’s “fight song”
Played as to not give out in the struggle.
Risking all – the syllabus before us
lessons to learn before the end of our term
glorious grade of triumph in our hearts
the scale of measure was pass-fail.
When it appears over, will I ever fail you?
did you pass me up? or I you?
Unlikely.
we find a new class, new lesson plans
and classmates for life -
the teacher defers to the student.
We both make the grade…and graduate
to blissful eternity.
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