When I was choosing a path in life
My father gave me a piece of advice
“Here’s what I want you to do for me
Think of something you’ll do for free
Whatever it is, make sure you love it
Then try to earn some money from it”
And I thought it would be terribly exciting
To continue with my beloved writing
Novels, plays I’d give it all a bash
But that didn't seem to earn me cash
It was then that its lair became enticing
And I began my career in advertising
Today my daily rate is splendid
And it’s been many years since my writing ended
Turning your passion into bread and butter?
My father’s a complete and utter nutter
Lea Simpson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obviously-i-blame-my-father/
