Jack Of All Trades

By Mihira Burman

We used to play make believe,

I played the chef, you played the customer,

You played the teacher, I played the student,

I played the doctor, you played the patient.

But that was a long time ago,

Now everything’s changed,

You play the Jack of all trades,

New roads, new doors all coming your way,

Changing with the changes of moving around

You shapeshift until the older versions of you are no longer found.

I sit here crumbed in your dust,

Picking up those old pieces,

I must.

For every Jack of all trades, there is a master of none.

In this game, 

I play that one. 

The desperate fool hanging around,

My head in the clouds and my feet never hitting the ground.

I play the clown.

Juggling the memories of lost and found,

You did it,

You’ve finally won.

I am the master of none.

By Mihira Burman