Coming Full Circle

Maybe I helped someone, who just needed a friend. He is a teen without parental support.

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.