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!
