Days – Written Friday 12th November 1999 (Aged 24)


days change
days rain
days come in from the cold
days never feel the same
days are mine
days are fine
left alone to think
they can even taste like wine
days now are precious
they have to be held close
yet they can seem so suspicious
days should be free
but they seem to cost a fortune
so who is paying for me
days run wild
yet they can be so quiet
then they become a strain
and when you time them
the time just runs down the drain

James Garratt – Friday 12th November 1999

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