The Torches

I first saw them when I was young....

Confined in an institution called school.

They're dressed  either  in skirts or pants,

topped with blouses of colorful bounds!

They're smart and loveable.

Howso, sometimes they first seems unapproachable!

Some have gentle faces, some are of the wicked witches...

Yet then, one thing for sure! 

- they all love us more than more !

Like torches  , they lightens the youth.

Illuminating themselves to enlighten our sunken thoughts.

'Droves the deph of our then ungravitational moods,

and shoves us to dream big and push,. push and push...

"Good Morning / Good Afternoon Class ! "

- that's how they catch the attention of the lasses and lads.

In these small ways eventually they do show compassion'

inteno their feelings is the passion  for the cream erudition .

They broughtforth wisdom and intelligence

- simply by entering the classrooms of the nerds, weirds and somewhat bullies...

Teachers they  so are called,

should be respect by all.

Respect. All.All.

For umptenth times they would frown

- for so many large and wee entities they're hurt,

Howso , their weaked emotions and tired bodies fight,

just to let the students have what is right

-- and to serve God and country without the black and browns.

"Goodbye Class ! "

That's how they end class.

In just so, the doors are not all close!

When they left  the classrooms of the lasses and lads,

Of the wickeds, nerds , weirds and bullies,

Marks are there  that would last...

'For tomorrow that class might repeat the past...

'To erudite and  enjoy ,

' To be the toeches of  all,

 and to make men and women of the world.

From the teachers, f

 the teachers, engineers and accountants do are mold.