The Dream
Baseball, the nation's pastime, my pastime
That I have played since I was just five.
The sport, job, or game to some
Was a passion for me and will be for years to come.
But, me, knowing my limits, I will stop playing
This beloved game so I can start paying--my bills.
No, I won't make it to the Majors that way,
I will have to help while I watch them play.
Yes, my dream job is athletic training,
Making sure the athletes are healthy and not fading.
There is no debating, I would love this job
Being able to watch the games and I'd never have to stop.
But first I need to go to college, where it will be hard,
I need some scholarship money or I am going to be scarred.
I know it won't be easy
And I am not trying to be cheesy,
But being an athletic trainer is my dream job, you'll just have to believe me.
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