People ask what I do for a living.
\nI\u2019m not sure
\nbut I try to find an answer.
\nI pray,
\nI tell them,
\nand love dogs,
\nand nothing pleases me more
\nthan planting flowers,
\nand being with a friend.
\nWhen I say this
\nthey retreat,
\nand act as if I\u2019m unemployed,
\nthough I\u2019ll grab a cuff and explain
\nI\u2019m into a good book,
\nhave read something I don\u2019t understand.
\nYes, I\u2019m living well I plead,
\nit was wonderful this morning.
\nI felt so happy.
\nGod put it all together so well,
\nthe sun, the flowers,
\nthe lovely people.
\nIt was great to be alive!
\nSo I was living very well.<\/p>\n
But I get the impression
\nthat what I do is not to their liking.
\nThey\u2019ll say, no,
\nwhat do you do for a job?
\nI try to answer,
\nI love to iron my pants,
\nwash windows,
\nsay hello to the neighbor,
\nbut at this they look offended
\nas if my job annoyed them,
\nso I throw the question back,
\nand they explain about driving truck,
\nkeeping accounts,
\nrunning a business,
\nwhich I find strange.
\nYou do that for a living?
\nI blurt out,
\nand realize I should work
\non social graces.
\nYes, that\u2019s what I\u2019ll say next time,
\nwhat I\u2019m working at,
\nmy job.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
People ask what I do for a living. I\u2019m not sure but I try to find an answer. I pray, I tell them, and love…<\/p>\n