Bow of Misdirection
growing up –
covered in affection
but tied –
with a bow of misdirection
looking –
with eyes that never really see
colouring memories
making passes
tell it as it is
but wearing rose coloured glasses
talking about –
when we were young
the hazy fog of innocence
the one that never gets much done
forget clinical type depression
surely it was fun
well, pick me up in this middle age
when technology has placed me in a cage –
with an unassailable lock
maybe i have a touch of the now
maybe for once we will not be forgot
James Garratt – Monday 2nd November 2015
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Bow of Misdirection – Written Monday 2nd November 2015 (Aged 40)
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