Lamentations Of A Junior High Teacher Poem by Keith Langdon

Lamentations Of A Junior High Teacher

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Lord, I really love my job, I really truly do,
but in the name of honesty, I must confess to you
that there are certain characteristics of this youthful age
that sometimes place my pressure at the hypertensive stage.
The constant inclination toward a trip or punch or goose,
a lack of inhibition when a curdling shriek lets loose.
I love to answer questions, but the same ones twice or thrice?
To listen quietly while I speak, wouldn’t that be nice?
Lacking common courtesy, instead a grab or shove
that demonstrate not only hate, but also puppy love.
And should a fellow classmate commit a social blunder,
overlook this small faux pas? No, roar it out like thunder!
Voices in development that span the vocal scale,
from highs that crack the window glass, to lows of gangly male.
Never walk when you can run, or talk when you can yell,
pack the door in surging mob when signaled by the bell.
Lord, I really love my job, I really truly do,
but in the name of honesty, I must confess to You,
that there are days when I request You listen to my plea,
to spend the day with students who have gone through puberty.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Morgan Klinger 12 March 2012

I like this poem very much Mr. Langdon

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