If I Were Still Teaching

If I were still teaching,

Today, I assume,

I’d be hanging up posters 

To brighten the room.

I would greet all my colleagues

At meetings, where, bored,

I’d bemoan the time wasted

I couldn’t afford.

Then I’d gather the info

I’d need for each class,

Rounding up the supplies 

I had ordered, en masse.

I’d prepare my first lessons,

Make sure I had chalk

And get ready to give

That old welcoming talk.

Now I’m no longer teaching;

Instead, I’m away 

Where I sit and gaze out 

At a beautiful bay.