"Super Powers"

Growing up,I thought I'd be

A superhero with flying capabilities

I would travel through time at warp speed

Fighting to death, and still not bleed

 

Soaring the skies with my cape

Bad guys, cornered no escape

Using my eyes with laser precision

Messing with me is a bad decision

 

 I'm years older, but my dreams remain

Watching my grandmother's body racked with pain

My new mission is simply healing and hope

In order to help people survive and cope

 

My mission is to save the weak

To fight for those who can not speak

To give to them a quality of life

To help them through pain and strife

 

My passion to help others, will not expire

My enthusiasm for learning will never retire

To give back to others, who are need

I am a future doctor, and I will succeed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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