Doctors, Firefighters, Crowns

by Anonymous

When I was very young, I didn’t have a dream job.
Some people in my class wanted to be firefighters
Some doctors, some monarchs
I could never see myself running into the fire
Nor could I see myself prescribing pills
A palace could never be my home.

When I was just young, I didn’t have a dream lifestyle.
Some people in my class wanted to be rich and move undisturbed 
Others wanted to be a household name
Most wanted to travel the world
I could not see myself boarding a plane 
Nor could I see myself discussed in another person’s article 
I could never hope to be free of money worries.

When I was a bit younger, I had a dream to study at uni 
Some people in my class wanted to do an apprenticeship 
Some wanted to start a business, others to go to uni too.
I could see myself applying even if not in those who’d be accepted 
Finally, a dream I could hope to realise.
Now I barely dream nor follow an idea thoroughly 
All while the flames of the future descend on me
As I sit in my towers of inaction.

The Poor Print

The Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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