The words, I once knew so well,
now fight me tooth and nail.
I recognize them without a doubt,
but cannot say them or even shout.
I hesitate and delve so deep
to find the words before I speak.
The facts, the numbers,
they are there, but so many times my mind is bare.
I am now the student, where once I was the teacher but
someday soon I will return.
My voice will be heard like once before and
delicious words will fill the void.
Treasure each word and sound
because you will never know when they
won't be around.
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