Whispers faint inside my ear
As I bite into the pear
It tastes bittersweet, I lick
It's **** juice between my teeth.

And when I reach for another
My weak hand gets pulled right back:
"Shouldn't you not even bother
Until the pear seeds turn black?"

"No," I say, "must try one more.
There's no time to wait; You see,
All the good pears have been taken
And there's barely left for me.

All my life I have been waiting,
Years of looking at the tree
Just to wait for the right moment
For me to reach out and see...

This one's bitter, green and sour,
Unlike any I have seen
In the hands of all the others
Who came rushing before me."

And as I reach for a pear,
One that's sunkissed, sweet and rare,
When I brush it with my fingers,
Suddenly it falls straight down,
Crushed onto the umber ground,
It's sweet juice spread all around.