"A Teacher Once...”
A teacher once, a teacher twice,
But more than that, some good advice
I heard one time – “professional”
Has cost to it for boys and girls –Who choose that path in life to walk;
Who struggle, shape the way they talk,
And think each day to do their work –
Not paid ’till later – there’s a quirk –In human nature – it’s locked on –
The chance to change they find is gone;
A focus ’bides – rest pruned away
To let them work in focused way.So rhythms, gestures, ways of thought,
Quite focused get – it costs a lot;
But when they change that bill comes due,
If change they wish for something new.They find that change is incomplete –
The teacher’s in the preacher’s seat;
The lawyer’s still of that way set;
Externals change – but inside yet –Remains profession once they held –
One tree stands tall, the others felled
By silent axe-man – language like,
The flex of youth trims back, now tight –So we can focused be in life,
To do our part, and shed some light
On life so clarity is there –
Professions’ way of showing care.Thanks Lord for this.
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