when I die a teacher <br />tell my wife I wasn't a blither <br />to re-dig and blip those contours <br />that I had opted for the community <br />last season that ended in may <br />tell my sunshine not to look in blimey <br />for I viewed it a blind alley <br /> <br />when I die a teacher <br />tell my kids I was a contender <br />in a meretricious encounter <br />that built up my assertiveness <br />yowl not you young ones <br />precut your share and invest <br />if at all I could stand vociferous <br />I would have left you estates <br /> <br />when I die a teacher <br />address the community in my eulogy <br />that my life was full of constraint <br />by loyal employer whose thoughts were <br />conspiratorial <br />who corrupted my conscience <br />and unlimited my liable liabilities <br />do they remember the days? <br />when peasantry gave without giving up <br /> <br />when I die a teacher <br />dare think of my liberal mind <br />the essence and impact I had for change <br />even as my eyes fade in dismay <br />my life as a teacher <br />active politics were precarious <br />as a trainer of critic <br />the mind of a poet does pratfalls<br /><br />Pius Didier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-die-a-teacher/
