What do the cards say? Based on my real-life career choices. |
It's my birthday, and I'm twenty I have cards and gifts a-plenty! But here's a card that baffles me It says: 'With love from Sonali.' Did I send myself a card? I can't recall, though I think hard. After the party I read it through It says: "I'm me, and I am you." I read it and I start to frown It says: "Sonali, turn the job down!" But I'm happy to have got this post A copywriting career is what I want most! It isn't from myself, I firmly say It's from someone also in the fray. Someone who interviewed, too Who'd get the job if I said 'boo'. I ignore the advice given to me And join an advertising agency I work by day, I slog by night Not a moment's rest in sight. I'm always thinking of the deadline And my health begins to decline What's worse, I feel no pleasure With clients rejecting copy I treasure. I'm an emotional rag, a physical wreck The only thing that's good is the paycheck. Health for wealth, gain for pain — Life meaningless, work a strain One day I march into the boss's office Brandishing my resignation: "Here, take this!" He accepts with reluctance, but I am free I now have time and energy! My parents are supportive of society's fool As I'm called when I apply at a school I land a job in a library At one-fourth my previous salary. I'm happy now, I'm filling a need I'm getting this generation to read! Now I get cards on Teachers' Day "You gave us the world of books" they say. |