Substitute Blues
I wake up each day, kiss my wife, and go to school
pretending to be something I desperately wish was authentic.
Substitution gets me there, but its just a tool
to let me play out my dream of teaching, and not pretending.
History, science, math, and gym I'll fill in
but Literature is how i can show these kids they matter.
Language can sound the depths of their hunger
and lay a foundation that stops the flux the feel.
Children will replace us all one day
I can teach them how to outdo everyone of us,
teach them how to mean what they say,
and once again make knowledge contageous.
👁 1💬 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.