Nomar Knight

 The Sixty-Year-Old Teacher by Brianna Feliciano

Sixty years, and still I stand,

Chalk trembling in my hand.

They laugh, they mock, they roll their eyes,

Lost in screens, deaf to the wise

I roar, I plead, yet still they stray

Drifting further, day by day

But then-- a spark, a sudden gleam,

A child who listens, and dares to dream.

And so I teach, despite the pain

For one bright mind is worth the stra