A Teacher's Dream

Fell asleep marking an end

To a long day of perilous work

Educating the young, considered

The greatest art of all

Moulding minds and souls to yield

A masterpiece or very rarely, a disaster

Found myself at a mammoth doorway

Where it leads, I know not

But it was well lit, why not walk in

All the faces I have ever taught

Adorn the sides, with uniformity

Faces memorable, some dear and distant too

Sitting at a hearing after getting through

Was wondering what it was all about

Are you guilty or not? roared the bench

Me? a sudden panic took hold

Yes! for giving up on your sheep

For letting them down so deep

Falling short in your part

You are to be blamed for those

Hope is what you must hold to

Even the darkest clouds carry a silver line

The weariest of hearts can dream again

And some dreams are never to be forgotten