My true inspiration

i actually wrote this poem to a teacher of mine, who was practically like a father to me. so i gave him this poem on the last day of school because i knew i was never going to see him again. so enjoy!

Sometimes I glance at the moon,

I wave at the stars.

I wonder who inspired God,

To make them, who they are.

At times, I read about the brave soldiers,

And the cruel wars they fought in.

I wonder who inspired them,

to search for the light within?

I am clumsy sir,

And at times exrtemely stubborn.

I suppose you showed me that,

Or perhaps my past downturn?

I use to search for the negative,

While you taught me the positive.

Maybe because I was scared,

Scared of becoming a captive.

A captive of what? 

You may sincerely ask.

A captive of your inspiration,

To take on whichever task.

I have left you, my dear sir

With nothing, I must sadly say.

But you have left me with a memory

That is in my heart, to forever stay.

That memory is the inner strength,

You have helped me reached.

The memory of never failing,

No matter how low my life has seeked.

For you said, "I am a child of God

And a part of His huge creation."

So for that lesson, Mr. Attine,

You shall always be my true inspiration.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Great poem for your teacher, haha, you must have been so nervous giving him this poem, I would have been. This one flows quite nicely, and I haven't spotted any spelling errors whilst skimming through it.

[Justin]

I really like this one, it flows very well :D Good job. Can't say there's a line I don't like :p