My Students and I

“MY STUDENTS AND I” In the cool dawn of each new day, My heart swells with a joyful array, As I greet the group of eager minds, Who await, with vigour, new knowledge to find. To lead a class with intent and care— With listening ears and silent air, —is the pride of a teacher true; A gift that few are gifted to. The modern students, with youthful brawn— Break the teacher's heart, steeled and worn, As they ignore the wisdom shared; And dreams of excellence are impaired. The teacher, with a heart of gold, Gives all, the students to mould; But the students, unkeen to embrace, Leave the teacher's heart a lifeless place. Silence!" I roared, fierce as a lion, But as I did, a serene spirit shone, —like a whisper of peace, calm and true, And so, I held my voice, and my fury too. With heart open, and words of gold, I spoke to the restless students bold, Seeking to reach within their souls, —the wisdom and knowledge I wanted to unfold. I uttered, with passion and truth— "Face your studies, knowledge is youth," But the students, unmoved, replied— "Money is the key, sir, with no lie." In shock, I stood, as my lesson fell, Like petals plucked from a broken bell, And understanding then did strike, —the source of their disinterest, now in sight. I posed, with fervour in my voice, A question of truth, to make them rejoice— "Why do the wealthy seek knowledge so? If money is all, as you all seem to know?" Their gazes, they shifted, their minds perplexed, As the truth I gave them, their views corrected, And I held their attention, like a web, —spun with words of truth, no longer led. My voice, it soared, resounding strong— "If knowledge you lack, you will go wrong, For those with it will eat the fruit of your toil, And leave you with nothing, but a bitter coil." "Money can purchase certificates true, But wisdom and learning, it cannot do, And as for standard, it's knowledge's friend, Together they stand, till the end." My words, they did penetrate their souls, The truth, like a light, began to unfold.