Down the Hall
by victorygal5440I saw my teacher down the hall,
his perfection, humor and all,
his gleaming white teeth,
his hair like a wreath,
I saw my teacher down the hall
I saw him by the teacher's lounge,
I looked, and no one was around,
he smiled at me,
I beamed with glee,
I saw my teacher down the hall
He had the most bluest eyes,
his hair was like feisty fire
but then, he was so older than me,
so now I stop with no warm glee
As years will roll by,
I will not lie,
for now I dream of he,
and when I do, I think of glee,
I think of of him time and all,
when I saw my teacher down the hall