Breath

I was thinking about a day back in time.

It had been a long day as I drove into the night

I was headed for the mission bell

It was there that

I found my story to tell

It started when I saw her standing

Beautiful in that summer dress

If I didn't ask her out

I knew something would surely be amiss

So I asked her out,

Join me for a fine dine and a red bottle of wine

She answered simple with a cool look

What is it you do for work

My reply was simple I said with a smile

I work for a hobby

She looked back,

I could tell

She did not think this reply funny

She asked again

What do you do for money

Well I've drilled the earth scratched the crust brought up what they call the black gold

I've stood in front of the classroom to give wisdom for children to become wise and old

I've been to college and I have a degree

Of many things I am quite capable and able

Today I hall the grapes that puts wine on the table

She looked with a cool even temper

her words came quick to the point like a knife

I want to know what is it you do for a life

For a life said I

Well I'm with a little company called the

American Red Cross

I have been eye to eye with the hurricane

I've gone toe to toe with the tornado

I've even shouldered the banks of the rivers floods

Many things I am quite capable and able

I'll teach you how to give the breath of life

I'll show you how to squeeze a heart

Why if it stops

I'll show you how to give it a jumpstart

With a sharp look in her eye and demanding tone

I heard

What is it you do for a living

And I want a short answer please

A short answer for a living

I said I can give that with ease

All I really must do is breathe.