Once
once
i was the shape
of things to come
now I am the shape
of things that have been done
once
i was the source
of things that were fun
now I am the shape
of what happens when you are young
middle age is a page
that is hard to turn
middle age is a pile of experience
ready to ignite and burn
middle age is a hall of mirrors
and a course where it is hard to learn
middle age is a board game
overshadowed by tall ferns
once
i was the shape
of hope not yet realised
now I am the shape
of my big, big eyes
James Garratt – Monday 5th July 2021
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Once – Written Monday 5th July 2021 (Aged 46)
