O' Captain my Captain

I took my seat in the last row, not too hopeful. Teachers come and teachers go. To make us better they vow. 14 years in school taught me though, to not believe what they show ( I love rhyming my sentences).

He was old and wise(I could tell with his pot belly and pepper). He did not seem too happy. A little grumpy and not too nice(there I go sentence rhyming again).
He came not to teach, but to enlighten. He did not have to try. It just came to him naturally !
He used to take us back into infinite history and we would be clueless why ! A day later or sometimes two we would know how to connect the dots. My questions were never stupid to him, he answered them all. You could ask him anything under the sun and be rest assured, he would know the answer. I yawned less, sat straight. Curious to know more, for his classes I would wait.

O' Captain my Captain !

Now that you aren't around, I am on an endless wait wondering when you will come. Will I ever see you in the otherwise lifeless classroom? Who will teach me the things you teach, who will tell me the things you tell?
You told me stories behind all things simple and complex. You gave me perspective and pushed me to my best. I see how I've developed, from a year back to a year later. If only, I could have you for ever.

O' Captain my Captain !

Nothing seems worth it now. The ship is not going to be sailing for long. It is December. It feels like everything has changed yet nothing has as I take my seat in the last row, with the relaxed hunch and attitude lax. But thank you sir for a year of hope. Even if it was for a period so brief, after 14 years of mediocrity, having you was a relief.

O' Captain my Captain !

You cannot leave. Not until you have taught me all you know. We have to reach the port. There is another sailing left. Another ship to board.