Thirty Something
this is thirty something
the past has been hung
it was tried and convicted
before it had barely begun
freedom’s like a bird
breeding self confidence
which devours its young
this is thirty something
its weight is a metric ton
it’s a holiday park
with out the paid for fun
it’s all become so serious
complex and involved
i watch the casualties
as life’s harvest fails to yield
here in no mans land
i can se the battlefield
this is thirty something
leaders have failed to lead
a generation of low expectation
as belief continues to bleed
this is thirty something
James Garratt – January 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 