A Teacher's Poem

You are all cool kids in your youngest ever age, You make each other day like you’re out of your cage. When I talk, you always listen. My pretty good lessons are enjoyably missing. You make arguments like you are all geared for war. Exchanging of words is so much but gnarl. You easily get cracked in my foolish same japes, Those dreamlike faces are as sweet as those grapes. We found each other in this old darkest place, Our bonds are crazy like a guy running in maze. You frequently ask questions about me, Easily believed like a fairy tale book on my knee. Yes! You laugh and correct each other’s mistakes. It’s totally dangerous like a fox jumping in high stakes. You put me in an all high status of my life, You are always part of me… Part of my life.