Crumbling Away
and slowly it all crumbles away
what could a boy say
through their hands like sands of time
mouth only could be mine
towers crumbled, castles not built
and all they could do
was grab by the blade and not the hilt
the flowers planted, grow
and slowly the past crumbled away
and it was just another day
that the memories keep away
James Garratt – Monday 16th February 1998
Crumbling Away
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 