Bloganuary poses “What was your dream job as a child?”

The railway line to Grange ran past the end of our street
Each time I heard the whistle, my heart did skip a beat
No matter steam or diesel as the changes went ahead
Engine Driver was the job of how I would make my bread.

Then there was the time the circus came and pitched its tent
The canvas and the sawdust wafted its exotic scent
The excitement and the bands that brought it all to town
Convinced me that my calling was to go and be a Clown.

Some years went by and I pondered while in my early youth
What my drawings, lines, and squiggles could yield in terms of truth
I wrestled with the dawning of a fledgling intellect
And thought I might cut the mustard to become an Architect.

These dreams of long ago seeded what came to be
Factory Clerk and Retail Help – first jobs that set me free
Then on the day I was ordained, ready to embrace my mission
They said, mindful of the Clown*, “I see you’ve achieved your ambition!”

* We are fools for the sake of Christ… (1 Corinthians 4:10)

Published by wonderingpilgrim

Not really retired but reshaped and reshaping. Now a pilgrim at large ready to engage with what each day brings.

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