The Great Educator

I know i should not talk about the past,
Comparing what we once had,
And now seem no more,
Well to be said only nano of the number,
So much William Blake would have said,
'To see the world in a grain of sand'
Indeed i understood it,
Just like the extinction of dedicated educator,
I could only sighed by heart,
Thinking who to blame,
Like it needed a solving,
Seeing the ever so sight,
Dwelling the very bit of a little pieces,
I could not rest,
Nor the voice that i kept is no longer there,
This is my way and i will happen to appear again.

I know what comparison may cause them,
In one sentence i shall say them so,
'For the money i teach half-heartedly,
For the people i want them to learn,'
It was said by another,
To the past and to the present,
In which i intended to revive,
The revolution of the past with teachers,
Each arm holds the hands of their student whole-heartedly,
Not the money nor the race of a glory,
And thus student will happen to respect again,
Aye,
They should be humble no matter how great they are,
Will it not be them to see you are way ahead,
And will it not be them be the hand to the crippled,
I have that much,
And praying you understood more than enough,
For the title and money only stays on earth,
As to what comes in handy we take it by heart.