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what makes being a teacher very difficult, is the constant renewal of your past ... |
Confession… Wish I could go back in time To do all that mischief again, To think that I did these years ago, Makes me feel life’s too old and times are up. Oh! How I hate it! You are the air but I’m stone, Though I want to join you, My conscience does it forbid. Isn’t it pathetic that I cannot enjoy Though in the company of joy, of wealth… You find me “cool”, you find me friendly, That’s when I’m one of you, I see me in you, You find me “mean” and unusually “strict, When duty reminds - I have a role to play! It’s not a mood shift, or is it really? ‘tis not easy to define- like I say sometimes, in Lit That tells you how complicated later life is, When you’re torn between the past and the present I meet long lost friends We reminisce year 9, 10 and even 8. Treasures of life, memories that shine, That tell you – a lost moment is lost, lost forever - “I shouldn’t have been such a nerd!” I relive my past in you, gather treasures, lose no moment I make up for the past, You may hate me, you may like me, But little do you know that I’m torn Between my past and your present … |