A Tiny Voice
On days, slugged and dreary
Your faces are quite cheery.
My feet barely want to move
Yet yours has something to prove.
My rope is just too thin
But you look at me and grin.
The room is a mess and the lessons are not done
But a tiny voice says "We dont need one"
That tiny voice.
My heart rejoice.
Yes, this is why I'm here.
I put away all my fear.
My name is teacher,
Yet you are the most perfect creature.
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