the world looks sweeter
and i feel neater
i have got my feet back
i have got a little self respect
control the drinking
control the thinking
strange bed companions
can’t stop a ship sinking
or the traits of champions
the world looks easier
and eases into a chair
i have found my life
and now it is good to share
who wants to fight?
control the thinking
control the drinking
control the leaving
the world changes
with every change,
in your pulse
the sea gets stronger
the pain is a strange strain
But not for much longer
James Garratt – Monday 26th June 2000
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 