Will Barbara Make It to June (to retire?)

I saw this poem posted at her school when I went to pick her up Friday. This is dedicated to any of you who have been teachers. (She swears it just appeared on one of her cupboards one day.)

June Ahead
June ahead,
Hurry June.
For I am tired.
This one needs time
To renew and refresh,
To put back the tiny cogs
Which have slipped,
Or been jostled
Out of place.
This one
Needs freedom
From eight o'clock,
From jumping, bubbling energy
That never tires.
Freedom, June,
From bells and books,
And crowded rooms.
Just so tired,
Of the need
To be someplace next.

(Glen Keener,
North Carolina Education)