Dream Job
I was five and wanted to be a mermaid,
but soon came to realize they don't exist.
I was seven and I wanted to be a veterinarian,
but they put dogs down and I had to resist.
I was ten and I wanted to be president,
but my accent when talking seemed to be a problem.
I was twelve and I wanted to be a lawyer,
but I realized I was afraid of a squabble.
I was fifteen and I wanted to be a forensic scientist,
but T.V. shows don't demonstrate how it can be gory.
I was sixteen and I wanted to be a psychologist,
but I don't got patience to listen everyday to a sob story.
I was seventeed when I realized what I really wanted to be.
A doctor. For children. A protector of those that are defenseless and innocent.
That is who I want to be. Someone to make other's lives significant.
I am now nineteen and I am still fully and passionately commited to pursue this dream.
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