doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
I will miss the spark in your eyes when we discuss your favorite poems in class. Especially when the poem is about heartbreak (as many of the poems are), I wonder if it's happened to you before.
When you got sick, I told some other kids about it. They said just because you were a legend didn't mean you weren't human. That thought never occured to me.
If I'd known this would be coming, I would've shown you my best, and not half-hearted attempts at coherence spawned the night before the submission date. You deserved better.
There are so many things I want to say, but it'll all come out either really weird, or really cheesy (Well, aren't we all beating on cracked kettles, hoping with our music to move the stars? :), but perhaps Robert Frost says it best:
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
I will miss you very, very much, Sir Max. ;_____;
(Even if I will technically see you around--I think--retiring is still retiring.)
When you got sick, I told some other kids about it. They said just because you were a legend didn't mean you weren't human. That thought never occured to me.
If I'd known this would be coming, I would've shown you my best, and not half-hearted attempts at coherence spawned the night before the submission date. You deserved better.
There are so many things I want to say, but it'll all come out either really weird, or really cheesy (Well, aren't we all beating on cracked kettles, hoping with our music to move the stars? :), but perhaps Robert Frost says it best:
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
I will miss you very, very much, Sir Max. ;_____;
(Even if I will technically see you around--I think--retiring is still retiring.)