Dream Job
Dreaming of a job
where I can save lives of the poor and oppressed
helping ill and less fortunate,
who live on the fringe and are most times depressed.
Medical science
is that dream
where I can change the future
for those in the extreme.
Visit third world countries
give them a piece of my heart
allow them to live
simply by providing them a quart.
A quart of health care
that otherwise they would not receive
to make them smile
would be such a relief.
I pray that this dream
will truly come true
so I can be that one guy
who makes it possible for their dark skies to turn blue.
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