Every day she stands at the chalkboard
and wanders out to the edge of her knowledge.
Eager faces fill the room -
wondering about that next step.
Small particles of truth drift to the floor
as the chalk only scratches the surface.
Just beyond the window a summer’s day
smiles upon the playground - knowing
the one face in the room with all the answers
ticks towards another winter.
1 comment:
Wow! Nicely Said!
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