Once I had a special calling
For painting and for some drawing.
I loved to shade and to doodle
Images of my little poodle.
I would stay up late every night
Determined to draw pictures right.
I yearned for some ART lessons...
But I got ACCOUNTING sessions!
I could not add one, two and three
And the whole class laughed at me!
A 'Bookkeeper' I had to be
That's how parents directed me.
All upon my own admission
I was NOT a 'mathematician.'
A tiny sketch after my name
Was my feeble attempt at fame.
Accounting stress, I can take no more!
Not qualified to paint or draw.
An art teacher I longed to be...
But now unemployed, miserably!
One thing which I have come to learn
Go after that for which you yearn.
My life is more than halfway past
I got one lesson that will last...
Try to teach your own children well,
Please help them to write, count and spell.
Allow them different hobbies
And encourage new-found lobbies.
We only have one life to live
Parents must encourage and give.
Children need lots of time and space,
Help them to forge their path and place.
Where young hearts yearn strongly to go
Adults allow that passion flow...
To achieve their full potential
And to attain their credential.
Train them to study and believe
That all their dreams, they can achieve.
It's paramount consequential
To get that vital credential.
Believe, achieve, their path conceive
All those BIG dreams - please let them breathe!
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| Writing Prompt |
Many people talk about what they wanted to do with their lives... what they should have done, the lives they almost lived. Write a poem that captures this. |
Author Notes
Don't force a square peg into a round hole. It will break - and become useless.
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