Mentor of Mentors
All my life I looked for the common things,
educational prosperity,
athletic successfulness,
friendly popularity,
entertainment and pleasure,
even the blissful yet elusive relaxation,
but never have I taken the time to peer,
from side to side, above and below,
there beside me,
a coach-like figure,
displaying an innocent gleaming smile,
constantly,
in the days where victory was present,
in the days where these common aspects were not attained,
constantly,
never have I taken the time to notice,
the time and dedication required,
a mentor of mentors,
teaching me all he knows,
and most importantly,
more so than the normal commonalities,
he educated me in the law of common sense,
over my life-time, presenting himself as a role-model,
day in and day out making right decisions, correcting bad habits,
that's the person I aspire to be,
there is no better teacher,
and you are the one this peom is dedicated to,
a mentor of mentors,
my Father.
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