Welcome, New Teachers

When I was new, I peered at the sky,

I penned out wishes and dreams,

I looked at the room and I made my plans,

When I was new, that did I.

When I was more seasoned, I noticed some clouds,

I discarded the too-lofty goals,

My rose-colored glasses showed smudges and smears,

When I was more seasoned: new doubts.

When I was an expert, I chewed on my worry,

I negotiated how I could still win,

I started to complain about what they didn’t love,

When I was an expert, I buried.

When my wishes had failed and the light lost its glow,

I reflected on how it didn’t work,

If I had to redo it, what would I do instead?

When I was new, I just didn’t know.