We're  all  under the same sun

Gibbo,
I wrote this with you in mind my mate (with all the work you do with the kids in Florida and Africa) I hope you like it

‘We’re all under the Same Sun’

I let my mind drift and I feel the heat from the hot sun
I hear the deft touch of the children’s feet racing over the hot sand.
Laughter is in their language, ringing out among them all
An array of glistening skin chasing that old much travelled ball

I think back to my own childhood a million miles from here ,
hand me down clothes and trainers, I do know how they must all feel

Our goals are the same, though the times might have changed, swapping shirts and life stories on many distant plains.
Making our way in the world those early first steps . I pray we come together when God puts us all to the test.
My passions’ still the same I know, that will never die
when I witness those smiles, the same rules still apply
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Home or away no continents are the same , when the ball is in play, I’m not the teacher, it’s the game.
On grass or in dust bowls on cobbles or on sand
I let my mind wander over all our promised lands.


David Clarke
Black Country poet
December 28th 2020