A torn and tattered time table is what I take back with me tonight
I take students torn away from me tonight
I take the incomplete syllabuses.
Of my students
And want to complete those lessons tonight.
I take my love for them tonight
I take conversations
Meanderings
Questions
Debates
And smiles
For those magical journeys
Through time and space
That got us here.
Our human journey.
Our link with all before us.
And the link we’ll leave behind us
For those to come.
That’s what I teach.
History.
And now our relationship?
Is it history too?
As I touch my steering wheel
And watch myself steering away from them
This drive is the loneliest one
Even though it is full of so many people
Some who will go to the next class
Some who will leave the next class
Some who will drift into their next station
Away from school
Another marker in their journey
In another country
To another future
But time stands still
And they carry the same spirit with them
Wherever they go
And I know
At the deepest core of my heart
That their spirits are beautiful
And that makes me smile
As I drive home tonight
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