Songs of a teacher

                                                              

I  talk and chalk,

Chalk, what I explain;

Explain from what you know

To that you don’t know.

The trend is the same:

Making notes, marking books.

Like managers, I studied

And have never failed my papers.

But I work...

Work a labourer

By making notes, marking books.

Like a soldier I rise early

Winding up the syllabus or as a master on duty,

Before facing the trend

Of making notes, marking books

Doctors, nurses at the hospital

Ambassadors, ministers at the capital

Meteorologists-who tell us when to expect rainfall

I taught them all.

My wage still so small

Yet the load is the same still:

Making notes, marking books.

‘Love what you do’

Many say.

‘Do what you love’

I pray.

I mark books and make notes- I love.

But the pay!

© ABDULGHANI SHEIKH HASSAN