Classroom Blues
As I sit here in this chair
I try remember the better days of education
The days when teachers taught what they believed, rather than what they are told
They taught things for the enjoyment of knowledge rather than the state test that needs it
As I sit there in this chair
I try and remember what it was like to see students care
the days when students enjoyed learning, before cell phones ruled the schools
When yelling wasn't required to get a class to listen, but the promise of new knowledge could do the same.
Those days have come and gone
Those days need to come back.
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.