Coming Full Circle

The best job in the world
   doesn't pay money.
We're so attuned to green paper
   that this might sound funny.

I was paid with a "thank you"
   that came from the heart.
And as much as money counts
   You can't buy that sort
         of thing.

Having a job you hate
Is somehow everyone's fate,
At some point in time.

"Cause it's that money, Honey,
That gets us to survive!

Maybe I'm a mentor,
   or just a passing friend,
But what I get out of this
   is just the living end!

Job equals money
   is a living bottom line.
We all have to have it
   or we end up in a bind.

My wish for you, My Friend,
   is that once in life you know
That the thing we seek in life
   is an opportunity to grow,
   (from somewhere in our soul)
         together.

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