i'll tell everybody, <br />that you, <br />you did it. <br />i'll never forget what you, <br />you did. <br /> <br />i'll stand on the mountain, <br />and shout my lungs out. <br /> <br />they'll all know what you, <br />you did. <br />i care less how you, <br />you feel. <br /> <br />you wiped away my, <br />my ignorance. <br />you taught me how to, <br />to hold a pen. <br /> <br />you planted seeds of <br />courage and determination in me. <br /> <br />you planted seeds of <br />hunger for success. <br /> <br />you lit my path <br />with wisdom and patience. <br /> <br />academics went through your hands. <br />politicians went through your hands. <br />medical practitiones went through them too. <br /> <br />even the Presidents, <br />Preachers and Popes, <br />went through you. <br /> <br />yes, i will tell everdody <br />that, you are a teacher. <br /> <br />it's your fault, <br />i can read and write. <br /> <br />it's your fault, <br />i'm so ambitious.<br /><br />Siyabonga A Nxumalo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-you-34/
