"What Do You Want To Be?"

“What do you want to be?”

Just about a thousand different things.

I wanted to cut hair, be a fireman,

Guard the streets as a policeman,

Write mystery novels,

And solve crime cases.

Plant gardens with rakes and shovels,

Give someone braces.

Paint squares and ovals,

Run miles in races.

Now I am in college;

I must choose a career path.

But how can I make a choice,

Between science, art, and math?

All I have ever wanted to do,

Is simply help others.

What major is that?

I am not good at science.

I am not good at math.

I am not good at art,

In the plays, I get no part.

I want to be someone’s shoulder to cry on,

A friendly voice to call upon.

Someone’s hero in the midst of sadness,

Brought on by someone who was much too callous.

“What do you want to be?”

I want to be someone who helps others.

For don’t you see,

The world is full of fathers and mothers,

Aunts and uncles,

And sisters and brothers.

All I really want to do,

Is just help people.

Start from the very beginning,

The family dynamic.

For life is fragile,

Just like ceramic.

In a world of sad faces,

Crying eyes,

And off-colored jokes about races,

People need help,

And just to speak out.

I want to be there,

To guide and to help.

What I want to do is a reflection of me.