WHEN I GROW UP

Sometimes I wonder
who will I be
when I grow up
and I'm still me.

I like to play piano
do math and to read.
But each of these things
is only a seed.

Will I be a banker,
play in a band,
be a librarian?
Who knows what I'll be
when I am a woman.

This I know,
I can be 
whatever I 
want to be.
My future is anything.
It's up to me.


     Quick, make a list of ten things you like to do.  Now, make a second list of professions that need those skills.  When I was growing up, I never even considered that someone needed to design the roller coaster rides I liked to ride on.  I didn't even know there were people who designed video games--and I certainly didn't know any poets.  What do you want to do when you grow up?  I hope you've got a long list.  Can you shape your list into a poem?  Have fun writing.  Hey, and if you don't have dog trainer on your list, throw that in and see what happens, unless of course, if you have allergies to pet dander.  Maybe you can work to find a cure for that.