My Dear Marker
I praise you as every porter does
with the thousands of reasons
You are my soul mate, classmate
And yes, undoubtedly more than the intimate.
I hold you to educate, to learn
To be frank, also to earn
I feed you to aid me for the fine art
So that, I could guide the scholar to be smart.
You fill all the whites with black, red, and, green
This attracts them to the screen
Thousands of honeybees are happy with you
You know why?
Because you help their sweet bees for the worlds view.
Even a day without you in my workshop
Is really alike no bus in a bus stop
You have a great role in my career
To point, to locate, to describe and to reveal the flair.
Trust me you are my another hand
To access the world
Of course to cater the quality
And to apprehend the vanity.
-Tek Raz