Teacher
by
Robert Cudney
I came seeking
A second chance
To shape my mind.
All my tools
Unused, long rusted
Too dull to hack
Through years of fat
Stored in my head.
Your words of encouragement
Light oil for my implements.
Your criticism a stone
To hone away the rust.
Now my tools shine
Like surgical steel
And slowly my excess
Of ignorance
Is sliced away.
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