Choice ..

When he was young, he asked his mother ..
when i grow what will I be?
Will i become a teacher, or some preacher
In choosing will I be free


Mother laughed aloud and cooed and said ..
"Oh my dear one", open your mind,
and you will find, a passion
you can pursue with glee


Next the boy heads towards his father
and chuckling he says ..
calm down my son, you'll shine like a sun
choose anything you are free

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