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Death Of A Teacher
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Death Of A Teacher

Poem By Carsten Thomsen

Thirteen years older
but hardly wiser
I return to my past
to find you
six months dead.
Still alive in this head
is memory of you
and our infamous
three days and nights
sustaining on
and moonshine.
as we pissed the
hours & days
till I gave up
and went home
to the biggest
hangovers ever.

You died
an alcoholic at
fourtyfive, and I
wonder at the
caurse of your
Did someone
break your heart,
or did you just
loose faith in life
or yourself?

We toasted to
Night & Day
Black & White
Life & Death
Us & Them

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Comments (3)

Oh, this poem appealed to me very much. It is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
liked this very much
Hi Carsten, Thats the thing about teaching! you can only teach what you know. You have those three days and I am sure your teacher has taught you a lot in giving them to you. I really enjoyed this memorable poem. Typo, 'excessive'. 9 from Tai