Teachers, You are the molders of their dreams

The gods who build or crush
Their young beliefs of right or wrong.
You are the spark that sets aflame
The poet’s hand or lights the flame
of some great singer’s song.
You are the god of the young,
the very young
You are the guardian of a million dreams
Your every smile or frown
can heal or pierce the heart.

You are a hundred lives, a thousand lives.
Yours the pride of loving them
And the sorrow too.

Your patient work, your touch
Make you the goals of hope
Who fill their souls with dreams
To make those dreams come true.
by Ronald Reagan