Our Last Gathering

The heavy down pour doesn’t deter us now

With no fierce resilience it makes us calm

In time Dr Dzregah came to us

With the peace, brilliance and happiness that she has

After a little praises to us, she asks us to start

With poetry recitals to melt our heart

Our first poet ends in a bang

With cheers, not jeers that appeals to none

The second poet is up on the stage

In quietness no one builds up a rage

Dr Dzregah compliments him well

With enough praises that in no time would fill up a well

Our third poet establishes well her womanhood

With a love poem that appeals most to our brotherhood

Our fourth poet is next with much zeal and zest

With a free style recital that may prove he is the best

Our lecture then begins with Robert Herrick

As we discover him we find out that he is no cleric

I wonder why I am still writing this poem

When I may not read it in the end

But if I do I wonder what Dr Dzregah might say

Since I may not have paid attention to her as I played

With words not to make for myself a name or prove I am the best

But to describe our last gathering this semester as it came, nevertheless

In happiness and joy and not in pain

That by Gods Grace next semester we shall all meet again.