For you

And if you depart

From our fastened belt

And we would shed sad joy

For the coach we discern

May abscond

You may leave

For all we know

Is that,

Our tutor

Our preacher,

Our exactor,

The farmer who cultivates

The good

And rights the wrong

Is departing so soon

We wish we knew

How time flew like a soaring eagle

This teacher,

This educator,

This exactor,

This farmer,

This tutor

And this affable chum,

Is no less than him,



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About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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