A Small Town Dream

You are twentysix years rich,
Yet so wortless in our small town,
Oh what can you do, what can you do?

If you were a doctor, you would be welcome,
Caring for the old and young much alike,
Maybe even the occasional pig pet.

If you were a painter, you would decorate,
Homes and walls inside or outside,
Make beautiful eveything with a touch.

If you were a carpenter, you would build,
Homes, dreams and magic with your skill,
The school will call you to build their stage.

If you were a lawyer, you would bring order,
Tacky ways and styles in your black robe,
Rise your way upto a small judge, maybe.

If you were a mechanic, you would repair,
Used cars and broken machines,
Mend some pretty hearts all the same.

So , so many things to be,
To make your dream, a small town dream,
Respected by us, a few simple folks.

You build softwares, you say, making life easy,
Whats this new soft fabric you'd need,
To find your place in our small town?