Finally I have to say this:
Like a blind man you led me
Upon the path of knowledge,
Defining desired destinations,
But further I'll manage alone!
You know I can be a teacher
To direct children's dreams.
But let me proceed alone.
Football flows in my veins;
I'll dribble on and live large!
You can bake me into a doctor
To treat and reassure the sick.
But more fanciful is comedy;
I'll be prescribing laughter
And still lead a jolly good life!
You can process me into a lawyer,
But let me challenge this case
In the courts of my passion.
I want to be a poet, a wordsmith;
My wit will feed me just fine.
You can design me into an engineer,
But I am structured for the Arts!
I love lime light and fame;
Social media content creation
Will feed me and my crew.
So, choose no path for me;
Left hands too do thumbs-up!
Let my finger trace my destiny
Upon the unsung offers of life
Where I'll eat life with a ladle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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