Paper Planes -Written Tuesday 16th November 2021 (Aged 46)

Paper Planes

you are a rag and bone man
a saviour of sorts
you are the lucky dip
that your parents once bought
you are the glance
that your dad once caught
you are the urban planning
the picture,
that others left hanging
you are a scientist
in their god filled world
you are the medicine
for a time which caught a cold
you are the longing
that your parents once had
you are the happiness
that eventfully made others sad
you are the love,
that someone else has to hold
you are the youthful dreams
that retire when we get old
you are the paper planes
that others love to fold
you are the dreams of others
those lost in previous lovers
you are your own person
unique, there could be no other




James Garratt – Tuesday 16th November 2021


More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/


More about this blog, The Boy Behind the Glasses, here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/


More poems from 2021 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-2021/