Clumsy
The bike that made me fall.
I could never figure out baseball.
Or basketball, or tennis, or any sport.
Anything involving some kind of court.
Coordination, I am trying to fix.
Handwriting filled with nervous habits.
A guitar I could never strum.
Those kinds of things are hard for some-
One like me.
Who could never climb a tree.
Doctors would say I’m just clumsy.
That there is no problem to see.
Maybe they’re right, so I feel shame.
That I never get invited to play any games.
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