What Do You Want To Be?
Yesterday my teacher said: ‘What do you want to be?’ I thought this was a very strange thing To be asking me. I questioned what she meant by this, As I was so confused. She looked at me and smiled, As if she was most amused. ‘What job you want, of course,’ she scoffed, Like I was quite obtuse. I had no answer ready, So I thought of some excuse. ‘A job does not define us, miss’ I hoped she would agree. ‘It’s just a way to make ends meet, It’s mere necessity.’ ‘My peers and I will work to live, Not the other way around. There are many things more valuable Than dollars, yen or pounds.’ ‘So, to answer you with honesty About what I want to be. I hope that I’ll be kind and wise, But most of all happy.’ |