To a teacher a note
Is an excuse or pass
But this note is a giant thank you
From the past.
An apple is the fruit of an eye
But it withers and molds to the core with time
Yet, with this pen- glistening with brilliance
My future did shine.
This small token-
May mean of little to you,
A grading utensil.
A hall pass signer.
A student loaner.
But this is a pen that formed my future
As you guided me deeper
into a life of a story creator.
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