What Will You Be?

They never stop asking me
"What will you be?--
A doctor, a dancer,
A diver at sea?"

They never stop bugging me:
"What will you be?"
As if they expect me to
Stop being me.

When I grow up I'm going to be a Sneeze,
And sprinkle Germs on all my Enemies.

When I grow up I'm going to be a Toad,
And dump on Silly Questions in the road.

When I grow up, I'm going to be a Child.
I'll Play the whole darn day and drive them Wild.

by Dennis Lee

Comments (9)

Great poem. I like it!
Very entertaining. Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day!
They never stop bugging me What will you be? As if they expect me to stop being me- - - - -Funny humorous poem but with some deep thought involved.People expect their children to imitate some models of their choice rather than allowing the child to follow his own dreams.Such a question is rather irritating for the child and he feels thwarted
It is difficult what one will be in the future! According to our heart we come someone one day sure!
As the translator to Dennis Lees's poem Rahman Henry worked well, the Bengali version is too very good, although original poem surpasses it's qualities itself, here the poet wants to be Sneeze or Toad in contrary to his neighbours' questions, very funny but good. like this thanks
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