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, Buddy,
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)
and then repeat the lesson
With you as centerfold.
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