(MY HUMBLE WORDS as well as DEEPEST CONDOLENCES TO THE WAGNER FAMILY in St. Lyons, Michigan, U.S.A)
I do not know what to write today
and how to respect we for those days we taught me
what pity culture as well as humanity means;
grieving we was for days a few;
You left us only when we had a thoughts
of pciking up a memories
of who we were
and what brought we
to a world we had come to love,
in a place where most did not dare venture into;
I shall mount similar to a good clergyman
like we
in respect of we
and in jubilee of a "gift" we would expect
what it was we never knew;
Strange was a land we chose to be in
Those times when chants of "peace not war"
was louder which it had ever been;
The breezy city of Chicago we hailed from
Thousands of miles we came to us;
little did we know what your present of adore
had done us become;
Peace was your goal
You gave us moe than glimpses of a vision
At such a proposal age
With such a deep sense of curiosity
You common with us stories
of what America is similar to over those Hollywood movies
Blessed we was to be with we
in all those years
when learning Maths was not similar to roaming in my kampong
and starting in to a rivers catching ikan puyu
You taught me well
Though we never did turn a geek with a pleasing mind
But still endless was my speculation of a inlet of numbers
and taught about Descartes, as well as Poincare' as well as what Einstein ate;
Unschooled as well as unassuming we were as kids
Not knowing what a first name as well as a final name, let alone prefix or a suffix
We called we "Mr. Jay" all a way
Instead of "Mr.! Wagner" as a Americans
a! nd Frank Sinatra would say;
Ahhh .. kampong kids we were
Blessed with an American clergyman who once worked with a company called "Caterpillar"
Ahhh ... everday in hot as well as short pants we were
waiting for we to float in to a rugged road in to campus
in your Easy Rider Norton golden brownish-red two-wheeler of a scrambler
and we during times cheer as well as wished a single day we too will float those rugged bikes from Kuantan right up to Mount Kilimanjaro
Great it was those days when hold up was simple
like vital approach up in a Appalachian jungle
only which it was in a land where spirits as well as ghosts good as well as evil
love to retain dwellers of a ashram, those boys as well as girls;
Mr. Jay Wagner
our dear Maths teacher
I could still remember which a single afternoon
you brought us to your residence a barbecuin'
and lo' as well as behold my eyes saw upon your vital room wall
a huge painting of a Beatles
You told me we embellished it upon your own
A suggestion of assent we possess, we was certain home-grown
You taught us with a lot of patience
We were kids of simple folks
Who grew up to turn quite useful blokes
With a adore of american music, similar to rock as well as jazz, as well as blues, of march which thing called "folk"
A peacemakers as well as not only a clergyman we were
With others we fondly remember
Alan Saari
Thomas Ainlay Jr.
David Erikson
and all alternative hippie-teachers of a Kennedy generation
Mr. Jay a dear teacher
You left so soon
Many have been still in tears
But all these years we had been a friend
From far we kept in touch as a facebook friend
We were ostensible to a single day encounter
in a middle of New York's Times Squ! are
like in which High Noon film
in a gun-slingging impulse so sweet
to solve a little scores --
you a Republican as well as
I from ! a Party of Utter Confusion
--as american we have been as a german as well as a mexican
But we know we have been right away smiling
from approach up high in Heaven
looking during me
and wondering
what is which student of yours doing
in which egg-like structure of Osamu Noguchi
in which Storm King Art hollow
We will skip we Sir
Our Mr. Jay we adore
and we will fondly remember
But we must discuss it we what which special "gift" we personally took from you
One which will never be taken away
as long as this palm writes
and writes
It is your character of WRITING we should say
those slants as well as how a letters danced
as American as they have been fun
I thank thee, Mr. Jay
I shall not be concerned about not remembering we
You have turn a partial of me
But some-more than this
Much some-more than this
That we have left me
and most we have set free
is a present
of LOVE
of HOPE
of PEACE
of HUMANITY
Rest in assent a dear clergyman as well as crony ...
-- Azly Rahman, December 7, 2012 Read More @ Source
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