By Jose Guzman
I see the book closing,
The end feels too bittersweet,
Too fast the time flies by,
Flying by in the blink of an eye.
Exciting memories,
New encounters, new friendships,
Many close to my heart.
They depart to new chapters,
To carve out a fresh start.
My heartache of melancholy,
Intertwined with gratitude,
The appreciation to learn,
To find one’s own flaws in-between.
Too imperfect I realize,
My small journey, yet to come.
Like the scholars of Ohara,
They shed profound new wisdom,
Valuable like precious gold.
I am still the student,
One who will always remember them,
Like the writers of a new age,
Injecting us with their new creations,
Truly inspiring, to become the next leaders,
The next leaders of tomorrow,
To shape the new generation,
For the many souls like ourselves…