Teacher
by Alexander Soifer (lyrics and music)
March 7, 1998, 1 PM, composed on board of a plane en route to Ft. Lauderdale
To Paul Erd;s
Remember the one
who came through
to your inner self
first,
That elderly man
or a woman
of wit
and vocation,
And dropped I my ball
and I followed
him
as he paused,
And sweet was the instant
and lasting was
this
convocation.
I carry that spark,
that baton
that he placed
on my palm,
His hope and his gaze
at the Book
that he thought
was transfinite,
And feel I my way
to the Book
with heart threatening
calm,
And lives he in me
and continues
this infinite
drama.
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