When I Grow Up (standard:poetry, 189 words)
Author: J P St. Jullian	Added: Aug 15 2002	Views/Reads: 3333/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Nostalgic musings of a young man's daydreams. Enjoy!

When I Grow Up 

by J P St. Jullian 

- 

When I grow up I want to be ...me! 

A writer of poetry and prose, don't you see. 

Or maybe I'll preach to multitudes of men, 

And save lost souls from debauchery and sin. 

- 

I could also make politics a lofty goal, 

With lots of great victories and fame untold! 

Or play the stock markets for days on end, 

Just biding my time waiting for the right trend. 

- 

I could be a fighter pilot soaring on high, 

Just me, my jet, and plenty of sky. 

Or maybe a policeman who protects and serves, 

By locking up criminals, oh, what nerves! 

- 

Or something simpler, maybe a barber cutting hair, 

And talking with customers who sit in my chair. 

And maybe, perchance, I'll win the lottery, 

Then go out and buy lots of Southwestern pottery. 

- 

But these are just musings, a fun part of my day, 

They help keep me focused as I go on my way. 

Now look up and notice me, I'm sure you'll agree, 

That I'm already quite grownup, as mature as can be! 


Tweet