The Teacher

Endless hours of planning,
Endless hours of care,
Endless hours of learning,
For every student there.

Endless explanations,
Endless hope for all,
Endless optimism,
For them to rise, not fall.

Endless days in playgrounds, 
Endless days with doubt,
Endless ways to help you show,
What the world is all about.

And then it isn’t endless,
For the day has finally come,
For the students you have mentored,
Their schooling days are done.

You watch them with emotion, 
Filled with pride at who they are,
And pray that where they’re going,
Their journey isn’t hard.

Your heart is filled with happiness,
And yet it’s troubled too,
For the Teacher quietly questions,
Did I do all that I could do? 

The answer lies in front of you,
In every child that’s there,
The great adults they’re becoming,
Was from your love and care.