The one who teaches us and is like a mother or father,
They scold us because for us they bother.
They always take our stand,
And walk with us hand in hand.
When we do something wrong they glare,
Because for us they care.
One day I thought that teachers should be gone forever tomorrow,
Now that day can be a huge sorrow.
For them, my head should always nod back and forth,
And I should stand to protect them orth.
August, 2024
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