A Teacher's Day

This is my job, changing young minds; showing them the route to numbers and rhymes, giving them knowledge of a brand new day, and how to kindly have their say. I had no idea where the road would lead when I was testing to see if she could read. I can remember way back when some of the things I thought had to be a sin. A week into school I am sure I knew her plan, But I was still on square one saying, "I just don't understand." I knew my day would be a mess when she ripped my paper and lost the test, Yelled at Johnny and calling him a name, telling Mary the way she looked was a pitfall shame. What had I done? Is this what I deserve? An eight year old to wreck my nerves, And tell me "so" and you ain't my boss." She was fighting back at any cost. This child here I was suppose to teach, but where I was standing she was impossible to reach. I prayed for the day to quickly end, for the thoughtsI had I can't defend. Thinking that there was still a chance, I turned to see her doing a dirty dance. My eyes filled with tears and a visible sorrow, At the frightening thought , that there was always tomorrow.