coming to terms
with decades
a different world
a different card
a concrete jungle
with an emotional facade
coming to terms
with relationships
maybe we were undercover
i’ll live for this duvet
and I’ll live for my present lover
coming to terms
with sun filled memories
when eyesight seems strained
all it is really
is days of acid rain
sitting here and waxing lyrical
trying to assess a mass of things
that feel slightly satirical
James Garratt – Sunday January 6th 2002
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 