When I Grow Up . . . . . .

When I grow up I want to be a fireman,
I want to be a footballer and score goals,
let's be pop stars, then we can sing on the stage,
I'd like to be a lion tamer, keep them in a cage.
We asked 'them' ten years later - some changes,
now it's a doctor, software engineer, architect,
writer, actor, not easy, the choice might be worse,
with all these options, no mention of a psychiatric nurse.
O f course, things develop as we go along, diversify,
community support worker, suicide breavement counselor;
someone has to do it, ah - is that the reasoning,
or is it genuine concern for what caring may bring.
In hindsight, it might have been so nice to sing,
but when I think about it, I wouldn't change a thing.

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Comments
Hi KG,
Thanks so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)