Poem from my junior, chern khye. THANKS A LOT! LOVE IT!

Chern Khye, my junior, presented this to me. It stimulated my tears. It really did.

You are the elder, the leader
With an aura of power
You guide us with your teaching
As the elite's beginning.

The oath we made
We shall not forbade
Even when hell sweeps down
We shall hold our ground.

How lost we shall be
If we are not with thee
We hope for your return
To be the guilding lantern.

The tie you wore
The oath you swore
The board is proud
To have you,
For crying our loud!

Thanks Chern Khye. THANKS! Love it

P.S: he purported that it is his first poem in life.
but i doesn't seem so to me.

THANKS BOY!

aunchian