Apprenticeship
You fear these shop boy’s tasks will leave you fruitless.So far, you’ve shoveled gravel mountains, tilledWide fields, scrubbed bathroom floors angelic white,And little else. At home you lie there, bootless.Like you, the hours drift on unfulfilled,And always fade too quickly into night.Yet solace finds you in the lumber yard.Your hands, still disapproved to work the…