Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Teaching has a heavy toll
It’s one I rarely speak of.
It’s not the tiredness
It’s not the work load
It’s certainly not my colleagues.
Teaching has a heavy toll
It’s hidden behind our smiles
It’s deep within our hearts
Touching us deep inside.
Teaching has a heavy toll
It’s in the faces
In front of us.
Some smile
Some sit
Some act up
You can’t always pick it,
But hidden beheath
The young facade
Are stories that make your heart bleed.
The parent who won’t take a child to get perscription glasses
The over crowded houses where there is no privacy
The child who protects his sibblings from the big DV
The child who is never told they are loved
The child sold for a sex ring
The child who lives with a friend of a friend because biology doesn’t want her
The child who had no food to eat for three days because her mother wasn’t hungry
The child who’s father gave her up – he couldn’t afford to keep her
The child that struggles every day to hide their illiteracy
The child that just lost two parents
I could go on for lines and lines
And never hit the end
Some stories bad
Some stories worse
These kids all have something in common
Each day they get right out of bed and put on their uniform
Then they walk right out their door and make it to their school
And then they hide behind
Their smile,
Their quietness
Or their rude behaviour
These children are the hidden toll
These children are the ones I dwell on
Someone it seems should do it.
These children take a heavy toll,
They rarely know anything different.
These children are the ones I rarely talk of.