Still judged by the lack of career path
Was never one for money
Just love and a family
Times shifted
Things fell apart
Find myself wedged between heart and heavy starts
Spiritual growth is seen as less than a job
Not viewed from these eyes
A life's time dedication and commitment
Much more than a job or any wealth
Working hard finding self
Though success and value measured in the paying rent
If I dream, in sense
can struggle each day
Stack the shelves
Borderline pay
Not a life
Sounds like living hell
Perhaps not so dissimilar to the hell you've already felt
Praying as you knelt