The draft was dodged, what will be next?
A month at home, my mind was vexed.
My mother’s words, “Just get a job.”
“What can I do?” that was the prob.

 

I dreamed of streets where skylines gleam,
New York City, my daring scheme.
With borrowed cash, I caught the bus,
Two days it took, it was no fuss.

 

Listen to your heart, but use your head,
Choose the path where your spirit’s led.
Be careful of what you think you know,
For miracles wait where brave ones go.

 

The Sunday Times spread thick and wide,
So many jobs, how to decide?
But one thought came—”Bye Bye, Marines?”
Leaving them would make my dreams!

 

The Colonel would know how to exit the Corps,
I crossed the Hudson, and knocked on his door.
I asked him clearly, “How could it be done?”
He said, “Your fate’s so sealed, just face it, son.”

 

But then he said, “You could be a coder,”
“For you it fits, an easy uploader.”
I took his advice, it made lots of sense.
A job I could love? No longer on the fence!

 

In three months time, I knew that I’d found,
A path to which I was glad to be bound.
The joy was mine, the truth finally clear—
The courage to be shameless had found my career.

 

From Shelby’s quiet streets to the Big Apple’s roar,
I had learned always to reach for more.
For all those steps and risks that I took,
Became another dream that I could hook.

 

Listen to your heart, but use your head,
Choose the path where your spirit’s led.
Be careful of what you think you know,
For miracles wait where the brave ones go.