Upon time their innocence so easily seen
They allow mama/papa dress & undress them
No red in their face when aunty bath them
But now pals blush them so quick-
Years pass they circle round me (to know)
They allow me blow their nose
They crawl around me for more
As they tease and hate and love me-
Then they were not even as tall as a dwarf
Now they bend down to collect their reward
Experience and knowledge and nature
Nap those little devil angels from me-
I endure their incorrigible habits
I endure their youthful exuberance
I survive their pranks
I survive their laziness.
Their tricks I also remember
When they drain energy out of me
When they mock me aliases
When they make me weep-
Almost - they make me mad
My pupils, baddest and bright
My pupils, wild and wise
My pupils, meek and might.
Oh, then unqualified I thought
To empower them survival
In this jungle round city
Where strong pummel the weak.
Today my face wreathed in smiles
As they walk towards me
"Thanks for being a teacher
Thanks for empathy and patience."
A time for fellow feeling?
So my pupils have grown up!
To know the toil of a teacher
By their gesture remorse.
Today as they graduate
Their success my gain and joy
Joy without fear or guilt or regret
A reward of poor dedicated fellow
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