I sat no more than five years old

work, work hard now for later I was told

learn to spell, and write, and divide

so when life rolls along wih every new tide

You will be a strong candidate

get a good job, buy an estate

So i took it to heart, and I pushed it strong

dug my head in my books, and got along

and when the time came for optional school

I would get in and there master many a-tool

and four years later, cap and gown

diploma in hand, ready to conquer the town

I'd go out to every newspaper under this sky

tell them to read my work which told no lie

for a journalist, yes, this I wanted to be

but, not any old kind, would set me free

One who spoke truth in every letter

whose work only grew better and better

I'd offer them every ounce of my passion

and then they'd come back in a heartflelt fashion

and ask me onto the staff

where I would write and reveal--until my epitaph.

Because i know this way, I'd go fulfilled

For everything I'd dreamed and willed

manifested itself in my reality

and like I knew it would, it set me free--