Thursday
Written by: Dave DeRose
Blast and jar of the alarm
Pull myself out of bed arm by arm
With a churning in my gut
I wish my eyes could return to shut
Prepare for the day by
Shower, teeth, deodorant, tie
Ironed khakis fall into my crunched car
Drive to where I feel sub par
Chalk, dust, computer beam
With desire to help kids dream
Students faces filled with hope
Still can't help but feel like a dope
Unwanted I feel
Society doth peel
My dignity, educational and professional ability
Society's lack of respect stripped me to humility
Dreams I had
Of differences made iron clad
I only found
My efforts unbound
Only by God's grace
Will I keep pace
With sound focus
To give students a solid locus
My vocation isn’t popular
To see impact I need more than binocular
Yet, my need to understand remains
Unnecessary, God explains
His capacity to love
His gifts of Grace drove
The meaning of my calling,
to keep students from falling
To Him I give Thanks
For filling my blanks
For giving me purpose and vision
My work decreases humanities division
Allow me an inference
Thanks to God, I make a difference
I have a newfound meaning
To make future lives gleaming
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