I always see
you during lunch break.
You and your
colleagues talk of GSIS over that thin steak.
Then I see you
in your office, head bent on papers, the red pen
Moving to and
fro. You glance up now and then.
Now in this
breezy, comfy place I see you again
In my mind’s
eye: you’re at home, reading, then
Your little boy
asks help for his homework. A meal
Is to be cooked
for supper. Work doesn’t stop for real,
Not even away
from that four-walled room. You punch
The calculator:
bills, food, loans. Paycheck not enough.
You’ve got lots
on your plate, yet you
Teach with
energy and passion, easy as the old one-two.
To think that I
sometimes clench my fists silently
Because of your
rules and requirements. How silly
Of me to miss
that when I’m done, I’m done. No need
To think of
ways to make tomorrow colorful. Indeed
I sometimes see
things only through my eyes.
I miss it: your
path, it’s a life of sacrifice.
I’m sorry for sometimes thinking
crap and not being nice
