Is being a teacher really all that grand?

You don’t make much money

Not exactly what you’d planned-

You feel worn to a nub

By the end of the day

Your hair’s all frazzled

And your brain’s giving way

You have so many paper cuts

You need a transfusion

Your house is a wreck

Your sanity an illusion...

And just when you think

You’ve made no difference at all

You meet one of your students

Coming happily down the hall

She smiles at you so sweetly

Her excitement is so clear

She’s so thrilled to be seeing you

So happy to be here

And you find yourself remembering

What it’s really all about

You find one more nerve

You let go of all your doubt

You remember that the reason

Is more important than complaining

And that the children are more precious

Than anything we could be gaining.