never fails to amaze me,
Just the sight of it tires me down.
Their infectious laughter and joy,
Makes me reminise about my childhood years.
The little, meaningless jokes they crack,
The way they try their hardest to fit in,
The silly lines they conjure up,
seemingly to sound cool among their peers.
Their small faces,
Their ever deceiving cuteness,
Only to revealve mischeiviouos "devils" in disguise.
Their constant need to talk,
Their constant demand for fun,
Their occassional eagerness for knowledge,
Their perfect vocabulary in vulgar words,
Their defiance for authority,
Their stubborness.
Every now and then,
Some do surprise me,
Saying little compliments, little 'thank you's,
Coming up with clever lines just to make me laugh.
Staring in a distance,
Watching them go on with their work,
I am ever amazed,
How do I survive?
Each week, each class, each hour,
Is it the conscience in me that keeps me:
Ever grounded,
Ever understanding,
Ever patient?,
Or the love for children that grows deeper in my veins???
Their stubborness.
Every now and then,
Some do surprise me,
Saying little compliments, little 'thank you's,
Coming up with clever lines just to make me laugh.
Staring in a distance,
Watching them go on with their work,
I am ever amazed,
How do I survive?
Each week, each class, each hour,
Is it the conscience in me that keeps me:
Ever grounded,
Ever understanding,
Ever patient?,
Or the love for children that grows deeper in my veins???
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