These are a few reflections which occurred to me as I wrote a final exam for some of my students. Enjoy.
The scratch on paper of lead or ink
In hurried, frantic meter
Forces me to pause and think
“How well have I been a teacher?”
Were entrusted to me for molding;
To fill with wonders of the lands
And give facts without withholding!
Warily did our classes begin,
And get on in fits and starts.
I know by now I’ve touched the mind,
But did I touch the heart?
Many will stay, while others leave
On their own path to embark.
More important to me than a legacy:
Did my Lord leave His mark?