Poetry"My way"

My way

It's may be difficult to say-

What does it mean -a teacher's way?

It is my life, my joy, my pain

and always work,. and work again..

The kids are different and so the same,

My every lesson-not an easy game.

I must, I will, I have to teach,

To make things clear, I must reach.

My English is my joy, delight

If I succeed-their eyes are bright.

Then I am happy, with this award,

But this is not the final word..

The way is long, you must be strong:

Sometimes upset,and all alone.

Don't wait for gratitude -I say

Because you've chosen this thorny way.

And school again, my kids, the bell.

How many things I want to tell-

It's so important for us, mankind,

To be hard-working, honest and kind.

The world is cruel, but,please, hold on,

Don't stop believing,'cause life goes on.

The world is beautiful from your perch,

A lot of things you should research.

Don't be indifferent, please take care,

And always think:"It's my affair".

Why do I think about this all?

Do I want to break down the wall?

But now I feel- while my heart is beating

My day, my way will be repeating..