An old teacher.

He stood against the wall; large bricks painted off white.
He glanced down awkwardly at his note cards, often.
He usually commands a classroom, but today
He stands nervously in front of a student-held camera.
His brow sweats.
His face cracks into the form of a smile.
His lips move,
He speaks of adventures and dreams.
He tells us to never give up.
He says we can do it.
But his eyes;
His eyes block miserably the painful confession that
He is a man who never found
His dream.