One Job May Change My Life

 

In a small town, born and raised,

My life spent in an ignorant haze;

I thought I had it made,

I always got the grade.

 

Then, one day, it all changed,

And my thoughts were all exchanged;

Up was down and down was up,

Half-empty, half-full, which was my cup?

 

What was the point of my whole plan?

Would my life change the life of man?

I knew not what path I should take,

But I hoped to leave good in my wake.

 

Through my struggle, through all my hurt,

A sole action brought me comfort;

In all my confusion, one thing came to light:

I, a puzzled young girl, could write.

 

With an unconventional process of thought,

A new perspective I brought;

Now I knew my final goal,

I’d found that which made me whole.

 

Though my work was viewed by only a few,

I longed for a crowd to thrust it unto.

My dreams for this career are quite rife;

I know this one job may change my life.