Fairwell to teachers
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Donna Moon, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2004
We are your students; we are your life.
We are the line between you and the knife
Of cold hard economy cutting through stone
And stripping last morsels of flesh from the bone.
We are the ones whom you see everyday.
Until the time comes when we must fade away,
And others will come and our place they will take.
As we did before- they shall follow our wake
So teachers, remember, our months shall be few,
Before we must go and you must start anew.