There is a bridge
On my way home
And it’s where I leave my thoughts
The bad and not so good ones.
You see I have taught for many a year
In tough schools that no one’s heard of.
I’ve taught the rough, the hungry and homeless
I’ve taught the ones with nothing.
And when the stories get to much I give myself a talking
“Leave it at the bridge.”
Sometimes it is not about the kids.
But about the adults I work with
I always take them at face value
I do not see deceit in words or in their actions.
Thus today I am somewhat disappointed
And tonight I struggle to leave it at the bridge.