Had to go, one sad vacation,
on a bloody course.
Conference on education,
taken there by force.

Talk of meaningful involvement,
dialogues, not strife,
open-ended class discussion,
relevant to life.

In these idealistic ventures
chaps did bloody well.
Surveyed self in such directions:
all to bloody hell.

Talk of teaching as vocation,
seemed a little rash.
Own view slightly more pragmatic:
need the bloody cash.

Interest lost, conducted inward
dialogue of one:
Conference on education
not much bloody fun.

Robert Nisbet

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