After a tiresome time at school
With a long stride I walk home
I walk thinking, what went missing
Along the dusty roads I keep thinking
Who among many did I leave a fool?
My thoughts get congested like a traffic jam
Are my students getting what I’m teaching?
Slowly I continue walking
Did I use the right tool?
Was I unfair to some?
Who kept watching,
Unknowingly floating
Knowledge is vast, it’s no small pool
For the diligent it’s light, lighter than foam
For others it’s tough, they keep struggling
Slowly I keep walking
I try to keep cool
And teach that life is no easy game
They keep lamenting
That the work I give is overwhelming
I work hard I’m a mule
I wish they did the same
But they keep joking
I keep thinking, thinking while am walking
In class some are far I try to pull
I try my best, their minds still roam
They keep imagining
Forgetting that they are learning
Tomorrow it’s back to school
But before I get home
I realize that I am teaching
But we are all learning
A very insightful and self-realization poem, Abdalla! As a youngster I always wondered what teachers thought about after school was out! My favorite line is: I realize that I am teaching But we are all learning! Loved this poem, thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
A true teacher, with an inquisitive thought as to whether the tottering learners have grasped the concepts...A rare teacher indeed!
the process of learning and teaching is everlasting.....the dilemma you delineated here are so true..it sems now a days teachers slog more than the receptive learners...thanks for pitching such a nice poem on teaching and teachers.
A good piece. This poem defines the profession that I'm in. Thanks for sharing.
I like knowing especially that the teacher doesn't just care about payday at the end of the month, but cares for his students and the fact that they should be understanding at well. Yet, we are all students of life. A good one.
I love this poem of sincerity that teach one teaching is not cheating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life is no easy game, good one..