Vocational Visions

I sat in an orchard.
Secretly wanting a pear.
With hundreds of trees.
Only apples there.

I sang with the birds.
Relaxed in the shade.
Every morning's sun rise.
Every evening's sun fade.

With each bite of an apple.
Only wanting a pear.
Always plenty of food.
Somehow seeming unfair.

Too late for planting.
Too late for seeds.
My dealing with apples.
My dealing with deeds.

Not knowing how to get there.
Not knowing where to go.
I dreamed of an orchard.
Where only pears grow.

One day I stumbled.
One day I fell.
Others were laughing.
Stories I did tell.

Suddenly, it happened.
In an instant of time.
A little boy...