When did it ever end?
For they never stopped asking.
First was Mama
Then my teacher, and .....You

Charlie what do you want to be
When you grow up?
Me; a doctor...no
An engineer.
Law is great....but an astronaut should do..

And Mom to the neighbors;
My son is gonna be a doctor!!
But pressure and time,
And a desire to just break free and breathe..

Let me live one day at a time..,
Even if I be a poet.
For when do we really become?
When life is but
A fleeting moment...
And we are forever evolving
Through times and seasons and conditions;
Not totally in our control..

And who asked again,
Charlie what do you want to become
when you grow up?
When that, is not so bright a question
To the possibilities of
this wondering mind.


© Manuel Ovie Oburhie