Multiple Choices In A Hat

I saw it in a mirror
I saw it on my face
So I stack my hands in a hat
And made a choice, like lottery 


Will I run like a stallion
If I had leg muscles like horse 
Break the land record of 
Jamaican  man Bolt 


Will I sing like Pavarotti 
If a had a voice 
To fill an opera house
And capture an audience 


For standing  ovation, 
I bow back with gratitude 
You are beautiful


Thank you, thank you
Thank you all 
For coming this evening 


When I was young, I was asked
What I wanted to be when I grew up
Like pick a path in a bowl of choices 
And that becomes yours to have 


So many Doctors and lawyers 
Everybody wanted to be 
But hers is not a dream 
On court stands, no your honour 


I better not break the law
For few I know 
Are sworn to the Bar
To wear wigs to defend jail birds 


What do you want to be, when you grow up 
And when you did grow up
No doctors line up to queue 
Like hands up in classrooms "all the Doctors"  


Open early morning doors
On alarm clock wake 
To start a day on career hours
'Oh he does get on my nerves'


Did dreams come true
Picked in a hat of multiple choices
Of childhood ambitions
"When you grew up"


What did you want to be 
When you grew up 
I am not a poet
A blogger as a hobby,
My soul food to feed


For now that is
I play with words
To test meaning 
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