Educator
Little eyes staring into yours for the answers
Little brains hungry for information about our world
Little hands holding yours in the classroom
Little voices calling your name
These are not just children; they are the future.
Who are you to tell me
To laugh at me
And say I won't get paid enough
That I could do so much better
I say I will.
And I can.
I can make our future better
Through their eyes, their brains, their hands, and their voices.
I will teach our next generation to love, live and laugh
And maybe one day
Some of them will be a teacher too, just like me.
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