Terence
I feel like my heart is dented
And it cannot be repaired.
When he crosses my mind, I’m tormented.
For losing student, I wasn’t prepared.
And now I’m left discontented.
Why couldn’t he be spared?
Could some device had been invented?
Too many lessons left unshared.
And I’m stuck here while his spirit assented.
His loved ones and I despaired.
Could all of this have been prevented,
If he had a system that cared?