Spreading Inspiration and Knowledge
A simple job, low pay
I'd make my career
and some day
change the world
how you say?
a simple idea spread
to lighten their minds from that dull grey
spreading knowledge with art
a splash of paint or mold of clay
I mold their minds
except on the holiday
My students will grow
off into the world alone they
will look back at me
and hopefully, standing in a doorway,
know they are ready
from what I have taught them, without repay
A bright smile and it'll be all worthwile
as a teacher, inspiration and knowledge is a never ending highway
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