Lord, I really love my job, I really truly do, <br />but in the name of honesty, I must confess to you <br />that there are certain characteristics of this youthful age <br />that sometimes place my pressure at the hypertensive stage. <br />The constant inclination toward a trip or punch or goose, <br />a lack of inhibition when a curdling shriek lets loose. <br />I love to answer questions, but the same ones twice or thrice? <br />To listen quietly while I speak, wouldn’t that be nice? <br />Lacking common courtesy, instead a grab or shove <br />that demonstrate not only hate, but also puppy love. <br />And should a fellow classmate commit a social blunder, <br />overlook this small faux pas? No, roar it out like thunder! <br />Voices in development that span the vocal scale, <br />from highs that crack the window glass, to lows of gangly male. <br />Never walk when you can run, or talk when you can yell, <br />pack the door in surging mob when signaled by the bell. <br />Lord, I really love my job, I really truly do, <br />but in the name of honesty, I must confess to You, <br />that there are days when I request You listen to my plea, <br />to spend the day with students who have gone through puberty.<br /><br />Keith Langdon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lamentations-of-a-junior-high-teacher/
