In the wee hours of the morning when sleep won’t return. When my back begins to ache, and I fretfully toss and turn.

I review life’s inventory of people’s lives touched by me. I taught Reading, Science, Math, and exciting History. My students taught me much about life and all its quirks, About how the slowest student is capable of great works.

My Sixth Grade students, in the passage of the years, Have known successes, and stand tall among their peers. Doctors, lawyers, business men, nurses, and great teachers, A police chief, a deputy, and even missionaries to all creatures.

In the wee hours of the morning when sleep won’t return. When my back begins to ache, and I fretfully toss and turn.

In my solitary contemplation, I wipe a tear from each flowing eye, When I remember my dear students who early had to die. I wish someone had called me to come stand by their side, I think I could have saved the two who committed suicide.

In the wee hours of the morning when sleep won’t return. When my back begins to ache, and I fretfully toss and turn.

I think about the life I’ve led, and my many bad mistakes, And I thank God for Jesus who came to die for all our sakes. I pray that I will have the strength to follow God’s plan for me, And that I have been a Christian light for all my kids to see.

Written in the wee hours of the morning by Joe Bosch jbosch@i-55.co