I wonder what she was thinking
When she decided she'd be leaving.
Did she compare the pros and cons
And the cons indeed won?
She probably said that I was ugly
after all: There are people that look better.
Or maybe it was my profession
That I'm a teacher or was it the confession?
I thought I was being good
When I came up to her and said
That I had cheated but once
And that it would never again happen.
Teachers are poorly paid in Africa
And I am not totally handsome
But all I did was be honest
Consequently, I am the loneliest.
When I look back I regret I let
the cat out of the bag but
I smile when I realise that
The same was bound to come some time in the future!
Saturday, January 28, 2012