Eponymous Layton – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Professor Layton, fiery and bold,

Our poet whose words could never be old,

In mere sentences or simple rhymes,

For he danced with language, countless times.

With a pen as sharp as a warrior’s sword,

He sliced through convention, struck every chord,

His poetry, a mirror of the human soul,

A journey through the depths, to make us whole.

He wrote of love, of passion, and pain,

Of beauty, joy, and life’s fleeting refrain,

His words, a symphony of light and dark,

A window to the world, a blazing mark.

Irving Layton, forever our boss,

Your spirit lives on, forever embossed,

In the pages of books, in every verse,

A legacy of art, an eternal hearse.

For you, dear mentor, were more than a man,

You were a poet, a visionary, a grand,

A blazing comet in the poetic sky,

A muse for generations, never to die.