Painful Joys of Teaching

The classes will go on

Even as I sit forlorn _

Nature demands it so _

To learn,

To study,

To grow up and go away.

The students that sit

In my class _

Sometimes listening, sometimes not _

They all will eventually go away.

They know not the value

Of unconditional affection

And yet, give it happily so

Only to move on

And open their treasure chest

Of unexpected and unconditional emotions

For someone else.

Much as I long to be part of their little world,

Much as I yearn to be a student once again

I must let them go

As a lot is in store

For them, for me

For eternity.

Oh! The painful joys of teaching!

One Shot Wednesday: Week24