An epilogue of The Misinterpreted Poem of Dedication(Full version).
Written based on Jun Kit's blog entry... The Misinterpreted Poem of Dedication

Epilogue of The Misintepreted Poem of Dedication

Her eyes, the signs of age,
And the lost of a teacher's vantage,
Our time here is transient,
And so is our competence.

Fluctuations and volatality,
The epitome of man's mentality,
Feel not the disappointment,
But feel compassion for one who gives so little enlightenment.

For age, gives rise to the dulling of senses,
But we must never forget the former great appraisers,
For it is who they are that builds who we are,
So blame not the dwindling of the once great stars.

"Maths, maths, maths, everyday maths!!!"
An exhortation for long lost respects,
Comply we must,
Before our virtues turn to dust.

"Ask your teacher to borrow periods from me!!!",
Frustrations for vain pleas,
Derivatives, limits and antiderivatives,
Are not the things that make enmities.

"You described me as a Tartar!!"
The reminiscents of the phrase "Hard as nails"
Age demands esteem without conditions,
Such undesired contingency, the birth of animosities.

Misintepreted poem of dedications,
I think it's misguided poem of deliberations,
In a quest to voice out dissatisfactions,
And a release of buried discontentments.

Remember our values,
Trust, honesty, care and love,
And fret not the minor comtempts,
But show due respects.

By: Jason Koh