
Is it DNA, that exists so deep within a cell;
Defining me, so, so much apart from another living soul?
A colorful, connected spiral combining to make all whole;
What else could there be; to keep me in this hell?
But what about my storied, if not checkered past?
A past in which so many parts, did not seem to last.
College semesters, blurring from year to year;
What possibly could I expect of any future career.
The textbooks I would carry, all now dusty and yellow;
Never made me stronger, only truly that more mellow.
Reflecting back, my career path, did experience much change,
Though, t'was it not for need, a full spectrum did it range.
Never just one or two careers, between did I bounce;
Being an opportunist, I took any job upon which I could pounce.
Never making decisions, black or even white;
I did that which I truly believed, to be fully right.
Didn't I know at the onset that which I desired,
Police officer or soldier, whom by I was inspired.
Alas, neither was I destined, due qualities I was lacking;
For inspiration comes in many forms, including helpful backing.
Using much inward focus and that helpful hand;
Did I eventually see that brilliant future land.
It wasn't all because of Doctor Brown, nor of Mister White;
I must really speak of those who brought me to the light.
To fully do so, with an obligation to you all;
From the many jobs in which I felt such enthrall;
Only one name encompasses, that which defines me;
ROY-G-BIV, also, so well known, by my best buddy.
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About the Author (2021-10-29)
About the Creator
Graham Cooke
Semi-retired contract technical writer, editor and content developer now writing creatively in the genres of adventure, post-apocalyptic and science fiction, and technical gear reviews.



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