"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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