Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
As I sit here on a morning
Before the day has really hit
I am peaceful but I’m sad
Thinking of the kids I’ve missed.
I know I cannot do it all
That I can only reach a few
But I think of the students
Who flew on courses unprotected
To fly out of the school
Suspended yet again
Who we knew of the hardships
But what were we do do?
Teachers cannot control the world
We only have the classroom,
Playground maybe, lunchroom too
We cannot do much about homelife.
And when a child is so wrapped up
In the crap that happens there
To battle through the concrete walls
The re-enforced steel plating
We can but chip, and chip away
Providing what we hope
Are positives and a bit of light
But something more we cannot do
The wall is tall and deep and thick
The lining just as wicked
A child locked up inside their mind
My hammer and chissle are defeated.