And may you zip with ease through storm and strife;
You are a teacher's joy, a parent's treasure,
A fount of energy beyond all measure.
Many drift through life at just half-speed,
Content with "good enough," no need
Knowing more than needed to get by
In this world obsessed with "me" and "my."
Not you, my ever-loving little friend
Swooping, soaring, singing without end,
Excelling in a life of not-stop learning,
You exude love, which cannot stop returning.
(c)Dr Bill Carroll 2002
published in Dedicated, 2009
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