When we were young and at school,
we were often asked,
what do you want to be when you grow up?
Some set their sights on being
a doctor, a nurse, a lawyer and a policeman.
Others wanted to be firemen, actors and pop stars,
there were even a few
who wanted to be politicians too.
However, no one wanted to be a writer
as what they wanted to do.
It is just one of those things,
we just seem to drift into
and once we have,
we cannot leave the pen alone.
27 July 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good david i remember being asked that