Everyday
everyday a few more tears fall
we were young once
the world was an adventure
the stress and the strains
make us wary of the future
everyday a few more tears fall
and a few more fall down
just as a few more leave the ball
we were all young once
i know, i have seen the pictures
and I have the memories
occasionally I drift off
and I find myself out to sea
everyday a few more tears fall
there’s no point in looking back
there’s no chance it will get easier
i watch as the tears mount up
i hang my head in my hands
it is all too much
everyday a few more tears fall
and it’s got to the point
we’re facing brick walls
and we are left to wonder
who will pick us up when we fall?
James Garratt – January 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 