The Gentleman

  The gentleman with perfect posture when he walks enters the room, no pretentions as he glares across the space. The people once consumed with talking stop and stare in their place.

  The older man barely talks but when he does he is unaware of the statement he makes to each person in there. The intelligent and exuberant air he breathes into the room with every word he says to them.

  Never talking out of tongue and cheek the children have no doubts about what he speaks. His pace increasing as his time is decreasing right in front of them.

  He wraps it up in one memorable line. The bell rings, he finally takes his seat. Tomorrow is forever fleeting and that class will soon be leaving. He looks across the room at the desks so glum when everyone had gone today. The empty desks still catch his eyes. He stares blankly and all the good times come to his mind.

  A wide grin is on his face as he thinks about each child that use to occupy the desks in this place. A small tear ran down his cheek so discreetly as he put down the papers so neatly.

  Hoping, praying, and believing he has taught them more than some lessons in a book, that he has shown them life’s ropes. Knowing he has done this or the best that he can, he can leave and go on teaching next years children to become young men and women.