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One Job Will Change My Life


When I think about the future, all I do is cringe. I know I couldn't be a doctor with a syringe. I know I wouldn't like to be a race car driver. And I'm not a good enough swimmer to be a deep sea diver. I couldn't be a mathmatician, math's a hard subject too. But the list seems to be quite too long of things I wouldn't do. So instead, I guess, I'll ask myself: "What would it be?" Because maybe I could be an actress headlining on tv. Or a lawyer, politician, though not the lying kind. Or a business woman, that's the job, nothing left to hide. I'll travel the world working for companies that'll pay a lot. But the best part will be the people I meet who'll help me plot The newest ways to bring the smallest gems up to the top. Rather than the bottom where they'll be stomped on, sure to rot. With the friends, connections, and ties I'll make along the way, I'll be the hero for the little stores, sure to save the day!
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