Every Soul Is A Poem – Written August 2009 (Aged 34)

Every Soul Is A Poem

i look around,
and wonder what all this really means
after all i am just a balloon seller
standing here selling dreams –
on the banks of the thames
where people flock,
and it never ends
i look around,
people from circus troupes
seem to abound
i’m just a model maker making rubber hoops
standing by tower bridge
listening to public conversation loop the loop
i look around,
i know that shapes shift in the sand
and that egg timers quickly disperse
every soul is a poem
and each comes with its own unique verse
just every love floats,
only to be sunk by the most vicious hurt

James Garratt – August 2009

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