Market Place
sold my goods
in a market place
wiped down
my face
packed up my case
longed to feel safe
scared always
of bumps in the road
and things going wrong
will we always
be able to cling on?
lost myself
at the seaside fair
sold candy floss
without a care
found myself with experience
that was hard to bear
had time
in a better school
and a finer place
sold my goods
in a market place
James Garratt – Friday 10th January 2020
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Market Place – Written Friday 10th January 2020 (Aged 44)
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