Teacher to the Youth

Teacher's got it rough, but it's worth it? Right?

“Teacher to the Youth”

I see their smiles, beaming bright. 

Sitting in seats, backs high.

I take a breath in, step into the class.

And I know it’s gonna to be just fine. 

We laugh, we learn.

We all talk in turn. 

When I speak, it’s silent. 

When they ask questions, I got it! 

Then I wake up. Gosh Darnnit. 

I see their smiles, beaming bright. 

Something mischievous. Somethings already not right. 

Sitting in seats, well some. 

I shout to Danny “No backflips off the shelves!” 

“Penny! Stop trying to push Lucy out of the window!”

“Let’s LEARN and have FUN! Each and every one! …And please don’t get blood on the papers…” 

I take a breath and speak, a million voices loudly murmur. 

We laugh, we learn. 

When I speak, it may be heard. 

As I shout down the halls and cafeterias. 

There are questions, so many! Hands up all the time! 

Can I help pass out pencils?

What’s the capital of Kentucky?

Are Left Handed People More Lucky?

And “Where do babies come from?”

I don’t have all the answers.

The end of class one, and I pass by a mirror, 

Surprised all my hairs haven’t turned grey. 

I feel a tug at my shirt, and when I turn to look

It’s Danny and he smiles and says

“Thanks for teaching today. I had a great class. I’m going to miss you until tomorrow.” 

I smile back, and say “I’ll miss you too. Tomorrow… will be an even better adventure.”

Author's Note

I love teaching, but I'd be lying if I said it's not stressful! Haha. Let me know what you think of the poem in the comments below! Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day!