If a teacher of eighty
Finds his students acting freely
If he recalls his years of toil
Matches the intensity of his pupils’ joy
If a teacher is respected for his integrity
And finds himself in a picnic eating happily
If a teacher rejoices on his students’ achievements
And receives a commendation by one in government
If a teacher hears from a forgotten student
To celebrate his affection long ago in a moment
If a teacher is loved for stern disciplining
By one who had committed a petit act of stealing
If a teacher retires not from running a blog
For the expression of feelings and ideas of his flock
If a teacher remembers not what he had taught
But sees his pupils’ achievement in fields seemingly odd
Then it is the satisfaction of being a teacher
Who had never tried to be a preacher