When I Grow Up

January 2, 2015

When I grow up, what do I want to be?

A sailor sailing the mighty sea?

A doctor curing many pains?

A legendary soldier who slays but never gets slain?

Perhaps the famous actor of all time,

Or maybe a silent street mime?

I might be a cop and catch bad guys,

Maybe even a lawyer fighting lies!

When I grow up, I might want to be a constructor,

Or I’d work and candy store selling suckers.

I could be a master chef making delicacies,

Maybe I’ll do something big, run for presidency.

I could be an undertaker burying the dead,

An astronaut exploring new life, instead.

A musician with many adoring fans,

Or a vagabond with no friends?

When I grow up, what will I be?

I’m not sure yet, but for now, I’ll just be me.

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