I had career ideas when I was small,
but couldn’t zero in on one to tell.
I wrote and read a lot, as I recall,
but knew those loves would never pay me well.
My English major let me read some more
and write enough, but had a shortened reach.
A solider degree would be a chore;
(I knew for sure I didn’t want to teach).
I wandered into self-employment then
(a job as clerk provided doors for me
to open and explore). I loved some men
and married one, and soon a pregnancy
occurred. I seldom sought. Among the stuff
life offered, close attention was enough.