The English Teacher - Poem by David Myers
While there is the occasional teaching of something of value,
Of these somethings, there are very few.
Time is spent on things like poetry and plays
Instead of something that might be useful in later days.
Continuing to enjoy reading while students begin to lose
The attention span that they require to continue the ruse.
Sometimes doubting that the material is really needed,
The futile work continues unimpeded.
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