It is your last day here with me
I grieve to say it so
Though I do not wish to see
It is your time to go
You will all be oh so excellent
I know that to be true
But class just will not be the same
From this void that's left by you.
For my friends and future medical assistants, I will miss you so much.
The perfect Haiku
Can it be written or not
The question at hand
I don't know where I'm headed
no clue what road to take
endless paths and infinite choices
decisions I have to make.
Do you or don't you
The question always on mind
It's stressing me out.
For years I've watched and hated
as you tore through the N.B.A
but even though I despised you
I couldn't look away
You became one of the greatest
made me respect the way you play
from a three point shot to start your career
to sixty on your final day.
It's been a pleasure to hate you
but I'm sad to see you go
because beating L.A just won't be the same
without a Black Mamba show.
Laying in my bed
endless thoughts swirling around
inside of this mind.
I only want to smile
to feel all warm inside
someone to say they love me
every day and night.
I want to be romantic
write you my cheesy poems
so I search and I wait for love to appear
and my heart to not feel so alone.