The old
man
on the
wall,
he grins,
he
grins at the
young
man
on the
cross.
Teachers,
both,
displayed
on a trophy wall
of a
school
meant
for life.
But a school built
for
barter, banter,
and grey
matter takes over
the
small matter —
a young
mind.
I left
teaching,
in
haste,
avoiding
the crucifix,
a
little beyond
a
church tower that
rings school
bells.
