NPM: Poem 9

In honor of National Poetry Month, I am attempting to write a poem a day.  Fun!

Unique

Five sections.
One topic.
Same lessons.
All different.

Teaching seniors, an age I love.
Young yet old.
Smart yet unlearned.
Leaders yet followers.
Experienced yet innocent.
Finished yet beginning.

Teaching five groups, a mix I appreciate.
White, black, Spanish, Latino.
16, 17, 18.
Male, female.
Talkative, quiet, funny, serious.
A, B, C, D, F?

Teaching young adults, who are just emerging.
Working jobs.
Paying bills.
Taking care of siblings.
Taking care of parents.
Taking care of grandparents.
Some now old before their time.

Teaching young adults, 98 all growing.
All with different names.
Names alluded to on this page.
Walking soon around the track.
Accepting that now not-so-allusive paper.
Celebrating who they were.
Beginning the rest of their lives.

Teaching the Class of 2015 from August to May.
Not for what they completed these months,
But for who they will become.
Successful in their choices.
Knowing this,
Always a student of mine,
Always a BHS alum.