He is a jaywalker who never goes on the pedestrian crossing. <br />A pile of books in hand and he walks to the school in time. <br />Some old students are well heeled now pass him in their luxurious vehicles. <br />But they never give him a lift and this well-read teacher closed to his retirement. <br />But nothing he has saved so far and still lives in the same hovel. <br />His solitary life is an exceptional as he was brought a lot of intellectuals. <br />But this unkind society won’t be grateful to him. <br />You could see the skinny from a far in the pension queue. <br />At the end of the month he counts few dirty notes with the help of his cataract eyes. <br /> <br />I dedicate this poem to my vice-principal Mr.P.Godahewa of Prince of Wale's College, Moratuwa, Sri Lanka.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pedagogue-in-his-twilight/
