Confession by Bruce Lansky

Confession
by Bruce Lansky

I have a brief confession
that I would like to make.
If I don’t get it off my chest
I’m sure my heart will break.

I didn’t do my reading.
I watched TV instead—
while munching cookies, cakes, and chips
and cinnamon raisin bread.

I didn’t wash the dishes.
I didn’t clean the mess.
Now there are roaches eating crumbs—
a million, more or less.

I didn’t turn the TV off.
I didn’t shut the light.
Just think of all the energy
I wasted through the night.

I feel so very guilty.
I did a lousy job.
I hope my students don’t find out
that I am such a slob.

After reading the first 4 stanzas who do you think is talking?

Who is really talking?  How do you know?

How does this poem make you feel after reading it?

The first time I read this poem I thought it was a student that wrote it.  Then after I finished reading I realized it was a teacher!  It reminded me that sometimes teachers make mistakes too.  I was able to  visualize everything the teacher was doing because of the descriptive language the poet used.  While I was reading I pictured a student in my head doing these things, but at the end the picture changed when I found out it was a teacher.

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