Education

Before forty pupils, the teacher standsBefore the folk that she now understands.She first considers them with an inquisitive, assuring eyeAnd with a tone full of mirth, passes a greeting.The knowledge-hungry souls reply in unisonGauging her with awe and reverenceTheir eyes flickering with wonder and expectationAnd the teacher, so filled with love for her flockDelivers forth the cherished stuff-bit by bitAs the insatiable souls gape their minds for more.She confidently stands for eighty eyes to peck atActing as a torch light to split the darknessIn the dark portals of this intricate the world of wit.