Amongst the nostalgia-fest for schooldays here in Northern Ireland triggered by the final episodes of "Derry Girls" (as well as a sense of despair at how our politicians and successive British Governments have allowed the hope engendered by the Good Friday/Belfast Agreement to be frittered away - while too many on both sides of the "Irish Sea Border" misrepresent their attachment to it), over the past week I've been revisiting my own schooldays... which I largely enjoyed, but did included a repeated experience which has perhaps coloured my self-perception in some settings...
Standing by the playground wall
Awaiting the inevitable sigh
Of the team captain who
Is forced to have him
Join their team.
The playground wall is long gone
But that boy still stands there
In ill-fitting adults' clothes
Expecting to be left on
The sidelines.
Standing by the playground wall
Awaiting the inevitable sigh
Of the team captain who
Is forced to have him
Join their team.
The playground wall is long gone
But that boy still stands there
In ill-fitting adults' clothes
Expecting to be left on
The sidelines.
Selah
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