The Hard:
Having to attend yet another funeral of a successful former student (age 21) because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And hearing the name of the person who shot him, a ne'er-do-well who never amounted to anything.
The Easy:
Watching the light bulbs go on in my student teacher's head when she recognises WHY I do certain things. It's a joy to watch her teach a lesson and incorporate stuff we've talked about. Gotta love this woman!
Lisa, Jozelle, Ronnie, Eon, William,
Names I will carry to the grave with me
All fond memories in decades of faces taught
All good kids with promising futures
Lost.
Some taken by ailments unsuccessfully fought
Born with fragile bodies but going for the gusto
Living their school days full of life
Ending their school days fighting the good fight
And dying.
Some heartbreakers were likeable terrors
Endearing themselves to us who taught them
Showing us every so often that spark
Just enough so we didn’t give up on them
But they gave up.
And some, even with family and school support
Couldn’t seem to keep up enough
To keep them from peeking into the dark side
Just enough to be in the wrong place
Doing nothing wrong.
All dead.
So much potential.
So much effort.
So much heartbreak.
Who is next?
And when the winds of change begin to blow,
I'll whisper, "You're my lighthouse" in case you didn't know.
Sons of Maxwell
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