O Captain，My Captain
I know it is the wind of freedom,
which drives the wheel of thinking.
I know it is the belief of dream,
that gives the way for struggling.
And I hope there always be a man,
standing for poem,writing for life.
YAWP!Seize the day,
for the sake of my dead poet's honour.
We gather here,sucking the marrow out of life.
reading loud enough to let heart heard,
then we see it,touch it,finally feel it.
What it is?
Answer me....
(A poem to my grand Captain and my poor Neil.I love you.)
from Nancy,
D.P.S
Les Choristes The Chorus
