My mother said that I should practice law.
But that won’t work. Although I argue well,
she overlooked the mercenary flaw:
it’s strictly my beliefs and thoughts I tell.
A clump of friends and colleagues tried to sell
the notion teaching classes would fulfill.
But I don’t thrive with groups – my talents dwell
in one-on-one attention. That’s my skill.


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