Décimas Por Los Profesores
Jorge Yáñez Y Los Moros
Tenth for the Teachers
People are shaping
The teacher in school,
Even though it hurts inside
To fail from time to time.
A mother's tenderness
Defines your vocation,
A book your heart
And a father's firmness
Even if the dogs bark at you
You keep walking,
Teaching your children,
Because your north is the child.
Who educates with affection
People are shaping.
People are shaping
In teaching with love
Regardless of the pain
Of growing old while working.
The years go by,
Time flies, it flies.
Educating consoles him
From undeserved poverty
And the teacher leaves his life
In school.
Money doesn't matter much to him
Even though he deserves fortunes
If they offered him the moon
His children come first.
He treats a worker the same,
As a cowboy with his spurs,
As an uncle, a father, a grandmother,
They are all... guardians,
Leaving their home aside
Even though it hurts inside.
Sometimes ingratitude hits his heart,
When he sees the lack of understanding
From a crazy youth,
His health gets sick,
Fatigue is winning,
He stays sad thinking
If he has failed to instruct,
Or if it's part of living,
Failing from time to time.
Without wanting to be serious,
You are a lighthouse and a guide,
Everyday book,
Unveiling mysteries.
To all my teaching staff
I want to greet you,
Because the mission of teaching
Is a test of love.
Farewell, teacher...
A popular poet.
