In the Classroom

He speaks and he speaks like a Godly geek
I hear his voice and though I hear him speak
But am I really listening to what he says?
Or I am lost, lost in the good old days!!

He acts and acts his best to arouse my interest
And it goes, goes over my head like a handful of dust.
I look outside at the gold shining leaves
Nodding my head, I am still in my dreams!!!

Oh, there’s a question, question to what he taught,
I wonder, whatever he said, that poor child bought!!
Lifetime and scope is all that he talks,
But revolving in my head is the cold morning walks!!