These people are my teachers; it was them who taught to me

the secrets of how I could grow and find who I should be.

Sometimes their role as Teacher, they took by their own choice

at other times it simply fell from wise words they would voice.

Whatever should befall me; where ever I should go

I’ll always carry with me those words that helped me grow.

And whether it be folly or wisdom wise and true

each and every lesson was a seed from which I grew.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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