A nervous one caught up in a crowd,
With shifting eyes and unsure stance.
But as time moves, life sings aloud.
A quiet pull, a passing glance.
For unfamiliar hellos, quick goodbyes,
Moments of blurring name.
Then softly heard, to my surprise,
The very first time they said ma’am.
Oh life, I never dreamt in youth
That I would stand in such a view.
To hold, to shape, to speak a truth
To teach, to guide, and still learn too.
I'm maybe starting the preview,
It was nice to feel nerves grow warm.
In all my life, I longed for this too.
A calling I’d never expect to form.
I didn’t have the license though,
But it feels like the right thing to do.
A first time, yet it deeply sinks
Goodbye class, and here we go!
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:21 AM UTC
A nervous one caught up in a crowd,
With shifting eyes and unsure stance.
But as time moves, life sings aloud.
A quiet pull, a passing glance.
For unfamiliar hellos, quick goodbyes,
Moments of blurring name.
Then softly heard, to my surprise,
The very first time they said ma’am.
Oh life, I never dreamt in youth
That I would stand in such a view.
To hold, to shape, to speak a truth
To teach, to guide, and still learn too.
I'm maybe starting the preview,
It was nice to feel nerves grow warm.
In all my life, I longed for this too.
A calling I’d never expect to form.
I didn’t have the license though,
But it feels like the right thing to do.
A first time, yet it deeply sinks
Goodbye class, and here we go!
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