Work Force

My mom just found something i wrote in 1991 as i stepped out of college and into the work force:

“Dear Life,

I  have come from a place where the bats flew in the air

and the flowers grew from the center of the wooden tables.

I come from a place lit by candles and echoing the clamor 

of angels’ wings.

Now, I am supposed to dress in hosiery and answer telephones for money?

I will not surrender my life for this.”