The Field of My Life
Toddler flourishing to a teen
it was my thoughts
bouncing
towards all interests
all sorts of possible careers
with college nearing and not a clue
I thus closed my eyes
placed my finger on a list
"Petroleum Engineering".
Money.
My one and only thought
I picked a school for it so I can prosper
I have never made such a correct decision.
the work is delicate and arduous
tearing down walls that I thought I couldn't
gaining knowledge and wisdom.
Oil.
The process and energy systems involvement
I control how to man the drills
safety of the drill along as the workers
extraction methods and to provide cleaner oil
better for Mother Earth and those who inhabit her.
I am a Petroleum Engineer in training with no doubts.
This career has already changed my life and will
continue to let me grow.
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