“There’s the Rub”

I volunteered to teach an eighth-grade faith formation class in my parish–20+ students, many of whom (most of whom?) don’t want to be there. It’s a challenge that has required many pep talks, the occasional pity party, and a poem to let it all out (the bref double, next in line of the poetic forms I’m trying). Peace to your ♥ !

 There’s the Rub

 What if the shoe
 Doesn’t fit?
 You agreed
 To teach and

 Must keep on,
 Not quit,
 But you can
 Barely stand

 Each barely
 Stifled yawn,
 So not what
 You planned:

 Your smash hit—
 Their marathon.

 © Stephanie Malley