So why did you become a teacher? (Poem)
So why did you become a teacher? Numbers waltz in an elusive dance, A maze of fractions, caught in trance, Equations twist, formulas obscure, Patterns that hide, never quite sure.
So why did you become a teacher? Words get tangled, meanings stray, Conclusions drawn in a literal way, Vocabulary drifts like tides at bay, Long passages lead minds into the fray.
So why did you become a teacher? Sentences falter in a silent storm, Nouns and verbs lost in a swirling swarm, A labyrinth where grammar deforms, Punctuation refusing to conform.
So why did you become a teacher? Lines on maps that blur and confound, Systems of order where logic is drowned, Latitude shifts without making a sound, Coordinates vanish before they are found.
So why did you become a teacher? Layers of knowledge, difficult to weave, Paths through the body, hard to perceive, Bones that remember what minds disbelieve, Breath in the spaces I could not retrieve.
So why did you become a teacher? Symbols and systems, a cryptic refrain, Logic dissolves in a complex domain, A thought almost caught, then gone again, A lesson rewritten in silence and strain.
So why did you become a teacher? Raise your hand, get it wrong. Raise it high, please, just raise it at all. Better a whisper than silence too long, Better a stumble than never a call.
So why did you become a teacher? The mirror of self, clouded and dim, Seeking a shape at the edge of the brim, A name half-spoken, a light growing slim, A question reflected, but never let in.
So why did you become a teacher? Sit and stay, feel confined, A presence in class, undefined, Another face they fail to find, Why another mark they leave behind?
So why did you become a teacher? Find me. See me. Be me. Reach me.
Why did you become a teacher? To teach, not just to teach, but to learn, Really learn, About the how and the why, Offering the guidance I, too, yearn.
