Stepping out of class for the last time
Tears started to form
I gazed at the unsually clean whiteboard
And knew that it will never be dirtied by us again
Never once did we fail to create cacophonies
In this humble classroom of ours

Each of us must climb our separate mountain
To reach at last our own extended view.
We can be no more than what we are,
Yet that is quite enough for us to do.
The world is far too great for comprehension,
And so we only know what we can know.
But given the abilities we're given,
That's still a long and weary way to go.

Yet on the way, how beautiful the moments!
How good it feels to have some skill or art!
How wonderful to pause in awestruck wonder
At what must fill the unsuspecting heart!

And so we're proud of each of you today
For all you've learned, and all you've tried to learn.
Knowledge brings the deepest satisfaction,
Not least because it's something that you earn.

Be it the noise created by Sean
Or the porn blabbled by the master of porn
All these verbal diarrhoea
Will be treasured forever.

gazed at e stars@10:40 AM
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