Some people
Seem to have all the luck
Or so we like to think
Making a success of life
Never kitchen sink
Whereas our life project
Sank without a trace
Hit the buffers
On our uppers
Days we cannot face
Disciples in the doldrums
Envy the chosen three
Jesus’ inner circle
Not frozen out like me
Jesus then reminds them
What truly makes us great
To be like a child again
At the starting gate
To be the least the little one
Is where our life begins
A helpless child a gift of love
Is the greatest of our claims
Don’t look for worldly glory
It shimmers and it fades
Be true to your own story
Child of God you’re made
Brian Fahy
27 September 2021
Erris Poetry 