LEAVE …WITHOUT DOUBT

    LEAVING …. WITH NO DOUBTS 

LEAVING … REDOUBTABLY

 

My grandfather was a school teacher, May all his tribe increase,

Real task master to perfection, most of his ilk, they never cease ,

Yours truly had his minor share, language, arithmetic with ease,

Writing a leave letter for a day, it was my homework so precise.

Learning the foreign language five decades before was awesome,

In front of a task master in the house, was for me never at home,

Scrapping the notebook or the black slate, forgetting wholesome

My learning before his third eye, was so frightening, so fearsome.

Lessons from a task master, truth till date, a homage to his trade,

Trade learned, the story of this verse, oft writing letter of intent,

The habits bringing to mind, of traditions and manners that trade,

English never leave without saying good bye, happy and content.

Americans have the good bye before leave, all French do neither,

Leaving early, we bunk  the French way, at sometime or other,

One such task master was my boss in office, my  nemesis either,

No hatreds between, by no means we were  stitching together.

Somebody sowing seeds in his mind, suspicion getting no better,

Yours truly was told  a bunker, was under his watch, all the time,

Approached him for leave, the boss insisting to the effect a letter,

Gleefully writing one in detail and submitting it too before time.

Stunning letter it was, never such in the history of health services,

Contained everything  a boss wants, and more ,he was bemused,

Minor details of the sick under me, the caretaker in my absences,

He was in tears, literally, never seen such leaves well described.

End justifies means, his attitude changed, we two became so dear ,

He had faith in me, we wined and dined many a time thereafter,

These facts he did reveal on his superannuation meet that year

A tear or two just now in my eyes, the event untold so far is here.