What do I do?
3Friday, November 18, 2011 by RuthSeq
When mama bought me a blackboard,
I thought I’d grow up to teach.
Now, I’d like to buy a surfboard,
and travel to a nice sandy beach.
Daddy said I’d make a good news-reader,
he wanted me to be on TV.
Now, I don’t mind being a political party leader
or just another rich VIP.
A friend wanted me to be a DJ,
and mix house tracks.
My brothers just wanted me to go away,
and never come back.
At five, everyone wanted me to be a doctor,
so I thought I’d be one too.
A chef? A nun? A lawyer? A janitor?
At 21, I still haven’t a clue.
Category beach, career, children, nun
3 comments »
Yay! It's up.
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:) lovely poem!!
Lovely...but don't worry. Life has a way of telling you what to do..... just listen carefully and you will find out what your role in this world is....
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