When I grow up I’d like to be
A singer or a writer of poetry
I’d be a dancer too, twirling on the stage,
Or perhaps a fairy, who’d never fear old age.
I’d be a knight, a hero, the best in the land,
One who slayed all darkness, with my own hands,
Or maybe I’d be a queen instead
One whose hair was the color of fiery red.
I’d like to be a wanderer too,
Crossing through lands unseen, under a sky so blue.
Either way I think I would like
My deeds to be remembered, long after I die.
What will I grow up to be?
I guess we’ll see.
I guess we’ll see.
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Oooh, I love this one!!! ☺️
Thank you, Journey!!! ^^ I loved writing this one as well! Reminded me of all the career lists I made when I was a kid haha.
Lovely!! Reminds me of poems I read as a child by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Thank you so much, Carol!! I’m so glad you enjoyed!!!
Awww this one is so whimsical I love it