when I die a teacher
tell my wife I wasn't a blither
to re-dig and blip those contours
that I had opted for the community
last season that ended in may
tell my sunshine not to look in blimey
for I viewed it a blind alley
when I die a teacher
tell my kids I was a contender
in a meretricious encounter
that built up my assertiveness
yowl not you young ones
precut your share and invest
if at all I could stand vociferous
I would have left you estates
when I die a teacher
address the community in my eulogy
that my life was full of constraint
by loyal employer whose thoughts were
conspiratorial
who corrupted my conscience
and unlimited my liable liabilities
do they remember the days?
when peasantry gave without giving up
when I die a teacher
dare think of my liberal mind
the essence and impact I had for change
even as my eyes fade in dismay
my life as a teacher
active politics were precarious
as a trainer of critic
the mind of a poet does pratfalls
Pius Didier
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-die-a-teacher/
