Bye my Disciple
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

So trained in the arts
Today he departs
On a new firm he starts
Forgets about me

I trained his bare heart
I paved his boulevart
I gave him his part
In this fine filmery

For fame and for wealth
He set out by himself
He left my dusty shelf
And forgot about me

Forgot everything else
Except the knowledge I pried
Upon his young soul
All I crammed there inside

I felt like a father
He was as my child
But it seems like my son
Has forgotten all of me