VOCATION

When the gong sounds ten in the morning and i walk to school by our here

Every day i meet the hawker crying :Bangles,crystal bangles

There is   nothing go hurry him on   ,there is no road he must take .no place he must go to ,no time when he must come home.

I wish i were a hawker spending my day in the road,crying "Bangles,crystal bangles

When at four in the aftrnoon i come back from the school

I can see through the gate of that   house   the gardener digging the ground

I wish   i were a gardener   digging away at the garden with nobody to stop me from digging.