Who’s Teaching Who?

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They should know I’m their teacher, and that they are mine.
This I too should remember whenever I see
That odd look on their faces. I need not ask why.
They don’t know what to make of me and wouldn’t try
To enlighten me, knowing how miffed I might be.
In their utter politeness, they say things are fine.

Two or more in alignment with all who they are
Can get down to the business of why we are here.
They are purer, not bothered by narrow beliefs.
We can still be a tribe and yet have many chiefs.
I know more about many things. I have no fear
That they will become arrogant like the rock star.

I seem locked in slow motion to them. This I know.
They are curt and impatient when I’m off my game.
Is this attitude worthy of students who care?
I’ll salute their sincerity but not their stare.
Were not student and teacher both one and the same,
We might all miss the lesson, then no one would grow.

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