Teachers
How quickly time flows
Racing along class rows
Red ink lace
Black in its embrace
Pupil cacophonies echo
Parents in constant woe
Try their best with scion
As hours roll on and on
‘Unrecognised are we!’
Voices echo in unity
Perhaps you shall know
As buds bloom and grow
Once stems into trunks turn
Shall you remember and yearn
But who is left beyond the pause
To listen to the dying applause?
