Your labor does not stop once classes end;
No bell nor clock can bid you to relax.
Past exit, you still thoughtful garden tend:
Imaginary lessons kept or axed.
I’ll grant that this career deserves such care;
The world depends on education, true.
But please be simultaneously aware:
This gift’s no less for those you teach than YOU.
So dine on time, whether out or at home,
And rest enough to heavy eyelids quell.
Spend time with cherished friends and welc’ming tomes,
Retain some energy to live life well.
Lastly, hear, “I love you,” in every way,
Informally, I learned from you to say.