This poem was read by teacher Stephen Loh's younger brother, Gideon at the end of his tribute.
Just as the mist it rises
Then vanishes way down the stream
Mr Loh too has come and then left us
Today it seems like a dream
That he was so much part of our lives
That he lived and loved as we do
Like the fish that a fisherman threw
Back in the stream to go on its way
And that is what he is doing today
To a bright new world, see the sun glitter
As he drifts from sight, though our tears are bitter
We know that he, like the salmon's leap
Will always be there in our memories deep.
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