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The newly retired teacher remembers the blackboard. Touching the white chalk every day. Lesson plans and timetables. Folding and unfolding in his hands.
The newly retired teacher remembers the board.
Touch the white chalk every day
Lesson plans and timetables
Fold and unfold in hand.
I remember good lessons
Whispering to lull me to sleep
Tick tock old clock
Release each beat of time.
Amidst the vast flow of emotions
Suddenly appear each face
Sadness or joy in the eyes
Before the chalk dust stopped flying.
I wish the teacher's day
Peaceful afternoon shadows
The heart has not stopped beating
Remember the chalk blackboard.
