by Mr. Money in the Bank
You were a mentor
Our teacher
Passing us the necessary lore,
Enthusiastic leader
You were the epitome,
From our never ending struggle
In our office which served as our home,
And a barrack from this raging battle
You were a figure
Chiseled with wit and skill
Without vice and leisure
With your precious and loving Chill
Now that you’re ‘out of the pigeon hole’,
Your presence is still felt
As a major character in our role
To strikes the students enemy with a belt
We will see each other again,
In our battlefield
Wielding a pen,
And principle, as our invulnerable shield…
Published in banaag literary journal 2007, Black Tsokolate
