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A Dream, a Job, My Future.


A chef, a teacher, maybe even a dancer

I think as I dream of my future; my life career.

But you see there is a job that I do prefer

And I can feel it coming soon, it is near.

 

I can’t wait to make it through medical school;

I can’t wait to make my parents proud.

If I didn’t make it through school, I would definitely be a fool,

Because my future career is calling my name out loud.

 

Reaching my dream job does have some crazy rides

Ranging from expenses, competition, and of course the motivation.

It is going to be tough and may feel like I am stuck swimming in crazy tides,

But I am ready and willing to make it to the top with a satisfied sensation.

 

There is so much pressure and work needed to be done              

Yet I know that everything will be just fine.

I am glad I have so much support instead of none;

I am thankful for the love I have from my family of mine.

 

My life will be filled with a lot of hard work

But I know helping people will leave me smiling.

Being able to do what I love and being financially independent is just a perk

As I relieve my parents from my adolescent burden with my adult rising.

 

My dream job satisfies my interests,

My dream job is helpful for others,

My dream job is worth the hard work,

My dream job is to become a radiologist.

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