Sense
i will be here,
you make a lot of sense
in a world –
which is such a mess
you make me realise
i am well blessed
i will be here –
hanging onto every word
to me, any kind of sense
is normally just a smudge
seriously, it is so blurred
but you wipe the canvas
and you make a lot of sense
i will be here,
life is not a barrel of rum
what has passed
normally seems like the most fun
i will be here,
you make me look forwards
i am a conversation piece
and i never feel bored
put a penny in the slot
spend a few pence
look at the magic we have
you make a lot of sense
James Garratt – Tuesday 16th October 2001
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More poems from 2001 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poetry-and-writing-2001/
Sense – Written Tuesday 16th October 2001 (Aged 26)
