The Sixty-Year-Old Teacher by Brianna Feliciano
Sixty years, and still I stand,
Chalk trembling in my hand.
They laugh, they mock, they roll their eyes,
Lost in screens, deaf to the wise
I roar, I plead, yet still they stray
Drifting further, day by day
But then-- a spark, a sudden gleam,
A child who listens, and dares to dream.
And so I teach, despite the pain
For one bright mind is worth the strain.
About the Author: Brianna is currently one of my 8th graders and the latest student to share her poetic prowess with Knight Chills. She's an all-around special talent with the proper work ethic and determination to move mountains. Keep learning and writing, young lady.
Students like Brianna lift me up when I'm down and consistently demonstrates kindness and compassion to humans and animals in need.
Brianna, I wish you a happy, healthy and fulfilling life.
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