Jack Grealish is crying

and I’m thinking about you lying
in bed, your blood working out
if it is going to play tennis one day,
build a library, make bread, deliver post,
invent something I can’t think of right now,
dance, do dentistry, sell building tools,
drive a futuristic lorry, be a clown,
draw people to you for doing your best.

© Carl Burkitt 2023

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