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I could have been a mountaineer

    And climbed the mountain peaks.

I could have had a big canoe

    And paddled hidden creeks.

 

I could have been a pianist

    Or a farmer, or a nurse –

But, all too late for all of these,

    I chose to write this verse.

 

I could have been a linguist,

    Or a miner or a clerk –

But in this world you have to work

     To leave behind your mark.

 

So when I started school, aged five,

      I felt I really knew:

‘I want to be a teacher, Mum,’

      And, yes, these words are true.

 

I’ve taught for many, many years,

     And enjoyed the work I chose,

But it’s seldom that you’ll ever meet

     Someone, so young, who knows.

 

We all have different skills, of course:

      And there's many we must learn.

Oh I hope you'll find your hidden drive,

      Which, with luck, will help you earn.

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