Where to now the speaker suggests,
wondering how to run away,
or perhaps the willingness to stay
is stronger than any of their behests.
We live lives mapped on calendars
those we glance to progress
trying to maximize less
all in the nature of being their mentors.
How quickly we notice the summer sky
begin to play with our security
dabbling closer to reality
while we plan our classes screaming ‘why!’
Oh, to live in the eternal month of May,
to know the end is certainly near
to listen, the wisps of fresh air we hear,
already in my august, I do miss today.
Yet extraordinary days lay just ahead,
the minds of our younger learners,
they count on our being yearners,
in simple success – even something read
The academic calendar has called to say hello
‘we wish in future months to own your soul!’