Three Safe Steps For My Old Professor
One grey winter morning I was hurrying To catch the metro train to my office, Which is in an out-of-the-way place. Suddenly I caught sight of an old man, Stooping helplessly over some broken, Dislodged steps, covered with icy glass. Miserable and confused, he looked around As if seeking for someone To help him pass. With pain in my heart I recognized my old professor, Our beloved mentor and instructor, Who taught us, among other serious things, How to be successful and honest in life....