Trust of a Mentor

My world expands as time turns back,

A single glance into the past.

A sarcastic comment, the room does spark,

A cheeky smile plays the part.

A father figure my mind does see,

Someone to shield and encourage me.

A friend as well for trust does mold,

A joyful laugh, a heart of gold.

My thanks, I give with humbled grace,  

For the smile you place upon my face.

Like the golden star that morn’ does bring,

You thus compare to an eternal spring.

My teacher, my mentor, my father, my friend,

I hope our bond does never end.


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