I’m doomed, alas!
It cannot be.
6 1/2 weeks felt like 3.
And as I sit
At 12.15
I ponder all these days have seen,
The plans I had
That went astray
As I relaxed, relearned to play.
I did not paint the garden fence,
Nor tidied wardrobes as I should,
I really wasn’t very good
At doing all I said I might
Or sticking to a plan at all
But what a blast! I had a ball.
And so, although
This night right here
Ends liberty of carefree cheer,
Off to school,
To class I stride
Knowing well, deep down inside,
That, even though I love to teach,
«««««Tempus fugit, really fast»»»»»
More holidays will soon be cast.
I love my job!