'Mentors'
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They tease the clouds and tame the hills
Tickled by moss, they laugh into rainstorms
Thriving in carpets of cement and mountainous landfills
The trees talk of truth
It is true when they say, “the good die young”
For I witnessed the passing of the most wonderful soul
Her melody prematurely unsung
The strength that she left behind
I was five years old
You were brushing my hair into a braid
I said I was scared to be six years old
You said don't be afraid.
I was nine years old
You were smoking a cigarette on the couch
Karina,
A life without meeting you,
isn't a life I can call mine.
Impossible.
You taught me what a kind leader is-
A real leader-
to be like you
I wished nothing more of.
MARINE
I love my mentor to death
like I would die for the man
With him in my life cant say that god ain't got plans
He was more to me than a teacher,
although he did teach
There is a cliff, a very steep cliff on the isle of dread and woe.
Oft I've stood there on the cliff and gazed at the rocks below.
The cliff has stood on the edge of the isle as long as I have known.
