Getting Through
it is a cold world
so they say
i played by the garden
and very nearly stayed
when i was fourteen
everyone was trying to get laid
me included you know
when i was finally out of school
all i did was turn around
i only had one wish
i hoped the place would burn to the ground
when i did not get a kiss
there was not a sound
when i did not get the results
i did not even get down
it all come in the end
fully of history and memories
stormy seas and a gentle breeze
when i am finally at your door
i do not think i will be so sure
it is a chance to take
so they say
James Garratt – Sunday 23rd February 1998
Getting Through
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 