He helped me

The way of the mouse is seen in me,

timid and quiet as can be.

But at the rear of all they see,

emerges the “me” in his house of peace.

Warmth and love in the atmosphere,

the passing of knowledge, crystal clear.

Exit lines always rewarded with an applause,

over thirty years of experience, he knows his cause.

The matured birds have flown out of his nest

representing him well, oh he is blessed!

The column that even helps with my load,

a father to all he meets along the road.

Amusement and pleasure everyday,

never a lull, I cannot stray.

When the snowy white set of teeth is revealed,

I would cry if it gets killed.

But malice isn’t in his way of life

for like his producer and director,it instantly dies.

Everyone enjoys here, every last piece

for I found my voice in his house of peace.