the best teachers

you

remember the hard teachers.

the mean

ones,

the strict ones.

the ones who didn't let

you get

away with anything.

grading papers

with their

thick red pens,

forcing you to study

and read

and read

and read again.

in the moment,

you hated

them,

called them names,

but as the years have gone by,

you're thankful for

their

discipline,

and hope

they are well as time

flies by

in

this unrelenting wind.