Bed of Nails – Written February 1997 (Aged 22)

Bed Nails

they say life is not a bed of roses
i think it is a bed of nails
you laugh as the last chance fails
and you can laugh some more
if the last chance was you
there is not much you can do
i think it is time for a story
or perhaps alice’s mirror
she could touch cool pale worlds
that were meant to be insane
when alice grew up and looked around
she must have thought they were sane
if i were alice, i would be back in the mirror
they say the lucky are born
quite simply that way
they can make a million in a month
even handle a little rain in their day
i do not envy them too much
when life fails,
i know it is not bed of roses
more a bed of nails


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James Garratt – February 1997