Noble profession, open doors

I bear witness Eternally and universally an impacted student, later, an impacter! Both times, revealing, Privileged in the space to make a case, To fill their time with lessons sublime. I moved in haste so not to expire lessons in waste. Real teachers know, As they see you grow. Classes all expire But do they inspire? Eternity will reply... Teachers-real pushed the ideal They were one with the divine deal, one with students! I Salute Teacher real! You kept the divine pact And will remain intact. Honey flows into your tracks Shan’t derail as you not slack! Them living testimonials speak true to their offspring, they to theirs, carriages of thoughts on tracks into every new milieu! Alas, ideal is stopped in tracks by forces dark, that derail the inner sanctum of the noble profession, born is the small teacher, that weed whose all is shutting doors. Shut. Not mentor but tormentor. The strayed from the script! The code breaker, thus eternal tormentor. Beyond the times of class living testimonials multiply, Beyond your time they recall, talk and amplify, Through energy they now write what is right and supply universe with that prize - gratitude The galloping word brings thunderous effects, the riders, your old charges! Great, that most wore the garb with dignity...