A GUIDE

In crisp black and white, a sea of young minds,
Assembled they wait, with eager eyes bright.
A step, filled with purpose, a figure appears,
Brother Thomas, their leader, dispelled all fears.

His smile, a warm sun on a winter's morn,
His voice, like a song, gently newly born.
Through classrooms he wanders, a guiding hand,
In boarding house studies, a beacon he stands.

Sharp shoes on the floor, a rhythmic, kind beat,
His presence a comfort, both tender and sweet.
He speaks of ambitions, of futures untold,
A love for all knowledge, in brave hearts to hold.

His touch, like a blessing, on each youthful head,
In Don Bosco's spirit, success he has bred.
A legacy woven, in love's gentle thread.