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Teachers

I look at my teachers

Who stand in the very front

Of every single class

And teach me how to be

How to grow and learn

And be well rounded

 

I think of everything they know

All which they have learned

From textbooks

And from life

All of which they share

And that of which they don't

 

I think of their kindness

Sometimes their hatred

How they smile and joke

Or judge and yell

Why they are who they are

And how they came to be

 

I think about their days

Every day is spent

Within four walls

With hundreds of teens

Who hardly give a ****

And how they get through it

 

I think about their thoughts

The knowledge they hold

And if what they're teaching us

Is what really needs to be taught

And if what they have to say

Is really what they need to say

 

I look at them all

And I wonder

What they could teach

What I could learn

From each and every one of them

If the time and place and opportunity

Were given to us

 

And it makes me sad

To think that

All of my teachers

And my professors

Are all going to die before me

And I'll never know

I'll never learn

I'll never grow

From what they know

But never told

 

Because they only talked about

Synonyms or the quadratic equation

Or all the periodic elements

And they never talked about

What is most important in life

So we never know the important things like

Laughing

And pain

And having your heart broken

And crying for all the right reasons

And why we are the way we are

And how to get where we're going

And having dreams

And participating in life

And telling people that you love them

And understanding death

And understanding life

And how to save lives

And to be open and vulnerable

And knowing that everything is going to be okay

Even if it's not

Because that's what truly matters on life

 

It makes me sad to think

That people go through life

Without ever knowing

All of the important things about life

Because no one ever told them

And they never experienced them

 

So what are we doing?

Why do we go to school

To learn about things that matter

But don't really matter

In the end?

Because in the end,

You don't think about

Synonyms or the quadratic equation

Or all the periodic elements

You think about your life

And the the people,

Even the teachers

Who got you through it

And made that difference

 

You think about those few

Oh, so few

Teachers who taught you

The important things

About life

And how that

Made all the difference

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