All in a Weekend's Work
Babysitting every weekend, what a burden. Then they laugh, they smile, and it all seems worthwhile. Medicine, is just a start to get these children fit for life. That start, is where I will put my heart, though on the way there is sure to be some strife. The change a job like this could bring me, is more than the eye can see. It means each day spent doing what I love, my careful hands fixed inside a glove. Fixing boo boo's and owey's is where I'll be, helping children to the best of my ability.
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