by Joey Sett Brady

Created on: November 28, 2009

Period two English class is a different world now

With your seat an empty space

No more raised hands

And where you kept your books

Is filled with broken pencils

You were able to take a spark of discussion

And turn it into a raging inferno of debate

Only interrupted by the clanging of the bell

Anyone that says teachers should not play favorites

Never had you in their class

The day they buried you, it rained

And I knelt on the wet ground and wept

I wept for you: my student, my teacher, my friend,

And I thought of God as selfish

For taking back His angels so quickly

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