My hours they are spent
Teaching younger ones
They who seek to know
With small trace of fun
They who come to me
Whose questions do help solve
Grow in wisdom dear
Improvement their resolve
The ones who would try
To test my discipline
Perhaps they act in fun
To test if patience thin
And then the cute small ones
Babies in their right
With small bright eyes and smiles
Their innocence like light
I fear for them in truth
This world full of pain
That wash intentions away
It tricks and it beguiles
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