When I Grow Up

Fri, 01/02/2015 - 15:20 -- abacys


When I grow up, what do I want to be?
A sailor sailing the mighty sea?
A doctor curing many pains?
A legendary soldier who slays but never gets slain?
Perhaps the famous actor of all time,
Or maybe a silent street mime?
I might be a cop and catch bad guys,
Maybe even a lawyer fighting lies!
When I grow up, I might want to be a constructor,
Or I’d work and candy store selling suckers.
I could be a master chef making delicacies,
Maybe I’ll do something big, run for presidency.
I could be an undertaker burying the dead,
An astronaut exploring new life, instead. 
A musician with many adoring fans,
Or a vagabond with no friends?
When I grow up, what will I be?
I’m not sure yet, but for now, I’ll just be me.


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