We spend our days
In the eyes of our young minds,
In the hopes they might unwind
The tension that drives their soul
The gathering storm of the coming lull.
Yet they are not aware
While challenges that dare
Welcome their human nature
That demands they be mature
In their daily affairs as gathered steam
Becomes the smoking gun they esteem
Might help identify a quest of arrival
Fulfills a need allows them safe travel.
We spend an assigned hour
Classrooms that may devour
The very spirit of our youth
If we call them out as uncouth
In the eyes of their peers on a spring morning
-Not knowing home life bring some mourning-
In our zest to understand
We choose a safe reprimand.
Ask another individual if you will
That your attitude today is shrill.
Without knowing, without even a thought
We ignore the battle that has been fought
Hope evolves only upon a notion
That suggests some real emotion
We sometimes need to surely recognize
Our determined ignorance cannot be wise.
We spend our lives in circles quiet
Just out of earshot of truth albeit
Those serious moments we shudder
To imagine confronting one another
On the ills of our self directed
Desire now to have resurrected
A distant soft memory when we were wrong
Remember summer day’s brought love along
A child’s cry soon might then be heard
When fear would only bring a word
Harsh in juvenile shouts ugly and cold
Question my drills, he reacts, my so bold
I will gather with friends who know the pain
The real challenge of dealing with the inane
Nature of the lost child who knows desires
Learn,breathe, grasp hold of what life inspires.
For yes today we are teachers who sit amongst strangers
Wondering out loud with little regard toward selfish dangers!