What I do for a living is cast to the wind
Every breath I am given. I breathe every day.
Some may say that’s not working. It earns not a wage.
But we all are paid actors upon the world stage.
Everyone makes a living by breathing their way
To the ultimate calling that one can’t rescind.
Do we choose our professions or do they choose us
Through a whirlwind of circumstance factored from fate?
Some are so well advised as to what they should do
That they end up bewildered because they aren’t true
To their true heart’s desire. This doesn’t feel great.
One becomes in a short time an ornery cuss.
Take you breath for a living and give back your best.
The earth’s plants will respect you and give in return
What you need for maintaining. If you call that pay
Then the earth will support you in every which way.
Only if you stop breathing should there be concern.
What I do for a living is know that I’m blessed.