I was in 2nd year high school when I wrote the following poem, and six years later, I submitted it for publication to Junior Inquirer. I’m just glad to have recovered an online version tonight 
The newspaper version is somewhere in my files, though I don’t have the luxury of time to go through all my (ancient) papers.
By Arlene M. Paredes
Illustration by Herbeth L. Fondevilla
When i grow up, how would it be?
When i grow up, what shall I be?
Maybe a metro aid sweeping the streets,
Cleaning the scattered tiny paper bits.
A teacher of thousand pupils
While selling first class pencils
A dentist taking care of everybody’s teeth,
And giving free chocolates so sweet
A doctor who makes ill persons well,
Or a famous author of books and novels?
Will i be a successful somebody
Or maybe the president of the country
Oh when I grow up, I want to be
As happy and contented as I can be.
