My Calling
Growing up I always knew what I wanted to be.
I wanted to help people, like you and me.
Some people say that all I have to do is listen,
but its more than that, I let people shine and glisten.
Yes, I am a counselor of kids and adults.
But you see, I listen and get my results.
I don't know why I am, or what I did.
I've been this way ever since I was a kid.
I can hear people and figure out their pain.
Yet, it is hard to see the sunshine through the rain.
This is the gift that was chosen for me to give.
I don't just listen to people, I help them live.
This isn't just a job to stop others from falling.
This isn't a job, its not an occupation, its a calling.
The oath I took says I will always do my best and try.
I will always fight for and help others, even if it means I die.
Copyright © Chris Matt | Year Posted 2011
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