Dreams Die Hard
"Clean up your toys and come down for dinner, young man"
came Mom's call from the kitchen
The little boy had a job to do, but he didn't want to do it
"Make your bed, straighten up your room and get ready for school"
called Mom from the foot of the stairwell
The schoolboy had a job to do, but he didn't want to do it
"Finish packing your suitcase and get down here on the double. It's time to leave for the airport"
yelled Dad from his easy chair in the living room
The college freshman had a job to do, but he didn't want to do it
"Write that thank-you note and mail it before 5:00 p.m. without fail"
instructed the candidate's super-agent after his interview for his dream job
But he was too busy cleaning up his toys, making his bed, straightening up his room and packing his suitcase to get the note written and mailed in time
So he didn't get the job as head coach of the Chicago Bulls professional basketball team... A pity, that...
'Cos this time he'd really wanted to do it
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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