it’s sad –
when cynicism –
mugs us –
and steals our hope
sets fire to our dreams
and watches them go up in smoke.
it’s sad –
when love runs off –
with the harpy next door
when bright young things
sadly, can take no more.
it’s sad –
when belief –
just gives up believing
when you watch it pack its bags
then you watch it leaving
there’s a roomful of people who only ever stare
and it is true the place is heaving
but for you there may as well be nobody there.
it’s sad –
when you finally get somewhere
yet the place has just closed
but to find people that really matter and care
that’s the best feeling i know
James Garratt – Friday 25th July 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 