Kids want to be train drivers
Steaming through town and country
Black soot now wiped from their faces
Engine whistling on dark nights
Clatters through 'til break of day
Now crossing plains to the bay
Then as a youth I fancied painting
A career with brush in hand
Sketching nudes on my easel
With me daubing on the paint
To show work in gallery
With a names that's legendary
Perhaps I'll dance the tango
With maiden with raven hair
As others watch with envy
This cute professional pair
Bodies close and backs full sway
Dancing all the night away
But some choose to take up law
By proving that black is white
Forever telling their truth
To flatten the other side
Putting case in dustbin
Wanting nothing but to win
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At times it feels like there are so many choices - i wonder how many are feasible..i think i would take the train
ReplyDeleteCareers. Callings. Whatever you call them. So many choices! Most of us just stumble into one and stay there. And you?
ReplyDeleteCuriously when in sixth form I was asked by a school governor if I'd like to work for him. I grabbed the chance and was never out of a job after that. The lnogest I was out of work was sailing from Britain to Australia with family to see what find there and got a job within a week!
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