Teacher

I don't have the answers
All decorated neatly
On a silver platter.

You came to me seeking
An easy way.
I put you on the hard road

Made of gravel
And twists and turns
And grumbling, you force your way along.

You complain
About the homework set;
All the work you have to do.

The time it takes,
The things you have
To think about and contemplate

When typing three-letter keywords
Into the net
Yields no results

But one day you'll learn
And understand
What I tried to teach

And it will be a day
Both sad and content
Afront my empty desk

When the job is done,
The stage complete
And the little bud opens up.