Teaching?

My job is very interesting, 

I meet the strangest characters,
The rebel refuses the governing power,
The protector leads the weak,
The quiet one gains a voice.


I see them all twice a week or less,
Yet I know them almost as myself,

Only an hour we spend together,
An hour that moves relatively quickly,
People move in and out of your life,
Some never return, some do;


That is how the world works,
Do your best to learn from the people in your life,
Perhaps one day you’ll be a teacher.

The End

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