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A DROP IN THE BUCKET
As I worked with a student today one on one for the last time
I didn’t think about the end of my career, I thought about the climb.
I thought about this student and all the others who
Were wonderful to work with, but came with problems too.
Sometimes the problems seemed too severe, I was frustrated and appalled
For all my years of schooling it seemed I didn’t learn anything at all.
So I decided long ago before my own children were grown
That I would treat my students as if they were my own.
I tried to let my students know they mattered...and I cared
Even though so many came with problems that could never be repaired.
I wanted my children to be respected and happy at the end of the day
And so I tried to treat my students in exactly the same way.
I’ve seen families torn apart as hopes and dreams were shattered
So I wanted my students and their parents to know in my room they really mattered.
In somber moments sometimes I wonder sometimes I am afraid
For in the end I’m not quite sure how much of a difference I have made
Mother Theresa realized in the present or the past
That what we do is but a drop... in the ocean deep and vast.
She also realized in fact on this she would insist
If that drop were not in the ocean, then that drop would be missed.
So as I look back on my 39 years if only drops are what I see
And those drops made a difference then it’s good enough for me.
