Happy Memories
Downtown,
where I used to go—
the people have gone,
the people I used to know.
And where the memories
no longer show.
Down to the place
where I used to live,
the cottage in the country.
I am going back—
just the memories
and me.
Down to the hole
in which I fell,
where I took my soul
and I wanted to sell,
all because
I thought I had no worth.
But I could not be a shell;
my spirit had been given
at birth.
Downtown,
to roads full
of happier times,
where it never seemed to rain
and the sun
would always shine.
I do not know
where I have been.
The ghost hides
in the mind,
and the people—
they remain unseen.
James Garratt – 1993/1994
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Happy Memories – Written Approx. Late 1993 or January 1994 (Aged 18)
