Author's note: Soon, I'll be preparing my school room for my 40th and final year of teaching. It's bittersweet. Every one of those years has had ups and downs, challenges and triumphs. This poem is inspired by my waning career.
The clock ticks loudly,
Louder than a childhood timepiece
Each gear clacks sharply into place,
A clear reminder that the end is eminent
*
The music box is winding down,
Its tinkly notes slowing to a crawl
No one
will
need
can
rewind it
*
The ride is coming to an end
Was it a train,
Crawling along with trees, fields, and towns whisking by?
Was it a ferris wheel,
Set on repeat, round and round, up and down?
Was it a roller coaster,
With exhilarating highs and thrilling drops?
Was it an airplane,
With a slow ascent and views for miles?
*
Yes, all of these rides and more
The rider eagerly steps up
For new adventures,
No plan to stop
Until...
The clock clacks its final
Tick
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
I'm a soon-to-be retired music educator - 39 years at the same school. One more! I enjoy writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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