Marbles – Written Thursday 9th May 2002 (Aged 27)


losing soul
is no different to losing marbles
or even a little gold
i am sure of that
i am sure that is true
do not tell me about the fairytale
just give me an alternate view
losing time
is more than losing a clock
but no more than losing marbles
and nothing ever really stops
it just goes on
as we do
long after we have gone
and memories, they keep us true
i am sure of that
as sure as i can be
as sure as i am of you
and sure of what you mean to me

James Garratt – May 2002

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