Teacher Poem by Didith Marcelo

Who is my hero?
When age of young got see nothing
My illusion filled on colours and pictures.
Who is my hero?
When doubts messed up
I got all no reliance
Breeds no fair is up to officious.

Who is the real hero?
When maturity increased
I am still so blind
Faith of an infant within me hoarded the clear views of fine!

Who is the real hero?
When maturity knocks
I cried for passion
Felt compassion, help my neighbour, extend my effort, walk with less fortunate, pick up a trash, set a time, to mend a broken hearts.

I shared my needs
I reached who's n need
I communicate and speaks the language of love.
Future calls, standing in my mirror
I saw a reflection, wrinkles say "hi! "
And I smiled, with my uniform I wore.

Then Woke, ah! It's only a dream
A dream that wake me up
That my bright future as a teacher is to become a hero in time.