Old Dog, No New Tricks
i am dying inside
dare i say it,
torn from limb to limb
where do i begin?
asked to perform
tricks i can never learn
build me a pyre
there is a lot to burn
people keep on pushing
keep on knocking
never seeing the harm
that they are doing
i know this is all nonsense
an irrational moment
caught on paper
as it flew through my mind
but as moments turn into minutes
other feelings are hard to find
James Garratt – Wednesday 31st March 2004
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Old Dog, No New Tricks – Written Wednesday 31st March 2004 (Aged 29)
