Let me Choose
…Upon a time, find in my story two boys three girls,
Five in number, with dream minds ‘set ablaze’
None had the chance to prove a stand
Achievement seemed far from their reach
All hope fading, even family not behind their sketch
The first boy dream football
The other Music
Two of the girls, had writing in mind
The other one, modeling
It was their passion, but the parents weren’t ready to coop
Celebrities for kids? No! Rather geniuses instead.
Medical field is in our DNA, the first boy’s father yelled,
‘Your mom is a midwife I’m a nurse and you definitely would be a doctor.’
But I want to be a foot…
a slap to make a silent background,
His father gave him, “my decision is final”
He sanctioned and slammed the door behind
Same applied to the second, just different in preferred field
Count from each to the other, disapproval was always the case.
There left no choice of self expression
Each kid proceeded onto the suggested scale
At later terms, the results yielded regrets,
As each parent lay in dying bed, with had I know art face.
Autho choose not to me today,
What I may become,
So that the blame art my head
If I end art doom…