My Life to a Teacher's
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I wake up at seven
a teacher by dawn
I prepare for only four classes
But they, for the entire day long.
With an early start to the day
Teaching as I speak
They don't get enough rest
But I find them to be a freak.
By the end of my classes
I sit around and play
But a teacher is still not free
All her time is taken away.
By two o'clock of noon
Time for me to have my lunch
But as we all know
For a teacher it's still brunch
I lay down on my bed
As if I am a stack of hay
Feeling tired and lazy
Just as any other day.
But for a teacher
It is not done yet
They don't even have time
For a little breath.
As the night comes up
It's time for all to relax
But for them ,they have to work
As if they are a woodcutter's axe.
Himank Jain
Writer
Philomath team