I Feel Privileged

No matter what I make in a month

I always walk into the classroom with a huge smile 

With a book in my hand and chalk on the board

All set to take on the world

I need to plan a lot to hold your attention

But still, I feel privileged.

I make you read

I make you write

I ask you questions which force you to think

You might hate me for this

But still, I feel privileged.

There are days when you are bad or rude

There are days when you say rat ate your homework

There are days when you might look at me like a stranger

The very next day you might treat me like your buddy

But still, I feel privileged.

You might not show that you care for me

But the day I take leave I know you would have missed me

So the next day when I return, the relentless questions that you ask me

I know for sure that you found it hard to stay without me

I know I have made a difference in your life

And I feel very privileged

Because no other profession gives you the right to create the future.