Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Ode to Michael Connaughton

Laughing about some joke,
that no one else understands.
pondering questions,
that appear rhetorical.
nodding slowly,
while thinking to yourself.
talking about events,
that happened in your past.

things pass through your students ears,
that do not stick.
Robots who power down,
during your class.
They do not care about
what you have to share.

Knowledge stored away
trying to pass it down.
But your students do not care
what a sad day to be a professor.

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