When my life is over,
I hope I will have helped others to look ahead.
I’ve gained no wealth or fame.
Nothing I’ve built is seen
It was never easy and
wouldn’t have it any other way.
A room filled with people now is empty.
I never cared what I taught, I cared about who I taught.
I hope I am remembered. I hope I remember them
Now that I am gone do not leave my desk empty.
Find someone who’ll weather the tough days and those that speak ill of schools.
Find one who overcomes the problems, the poverty, the anger, the mandates.
Find one who can give of themselves when they have little to give.
Give them one thing I have left to give.
Find that teacher and give my place to them.
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