If I Don't, Who Will?
If I don't teach these children, who will?
If I don't look to their future - who will?
If I don't listen to their
troubles and fears - who will?
If I don't force them to take responsibility - who will?
If I don't love them, if I don't want the best for them - who will?
I once made good money, and enjoyed an enviable lifestyle,
yet I gave it all up.
Sometimes these kids drive me crazy,
and yet I choose to return the next year.
The truth is that I could no more dam up my love for these kids
than a sparrow could give up its desire for flight.
And That is Why
I am a Teacher
Note the date of this poem.
It was written just 3 days before the September 11 attack.
Ironically, I was teaching that
day, and we saw it all - on live television - the instant it
For those reasons I said that I am a teacher, was why I was teaching that day, available to help many students through it all.
No one has seen this poem until now. Because of the date of the attack, I did not share the poem with anyone, not even those closest to me. Only now is it available for viewing.