You\'Rein a bad time
even though in school you have to pretend you\'re fine
im sorry you\'re in a rough time
(past two days ive thought)
Supply teachers, the past two days, no idea what to do,
the class is out of control,
where\'d you go, i missed you so
seems like its been forever, since you\'ve been gone.
You told me you\'re sick, this made me feel bad
saying everything hurt, made me feel sad.
because without you,
there is no us IN our classroom.
There really is no classroom without its teacher
staring at the supply, he told me you were at a meeting,
he really didn\'t know, he made it up, he was a supply, didn\'t mean he should lie.
But the next day you came,you looked fine,
but pretended to be okay,
but see you\'re THE true teacher here,
because even though you still felt sick
you came to teach us
for that, you deserve this poem,
a true teacher equals my idol
and that\'s where this poem gets its title,
a true teacher equals my idol :)
a true teacher equals you,
i love you for everything you do for us,
so this is a must,
remember its everything you do,
so here\'s my thanks to you.
