I’m busy night and day
Five days of the long working week
I teach, plan, mark co-ordinate
Ring parents, visit students
and ocasionally get to grade.
I walk steps on the counter
That number close to 10 000
I cart packs and smile
Greeting each child
Then comes the weekend
And it’s slowed down pace
With it settles an unsettled feeling
So long I’ve been busy
That in this quiet morning retrieve
I have time to ponder, to rest and reflect
And that is not always for the best
Is my path right?
Which way should I go?
Should the path run straight forward,
Or should I plunge down the temptation of a side road?
Take a jump off the cliff face and see where I fall?
Weekends allow time for doubt to creep in
Questions to pose with no answers that come
Along comes the week days
And I am back to my fun.