Too Little Too Late – Written Sunday 10th June 2001 (Aged 26)

Too Little Too Late

don’t mind the girl
she is leaving
she wants to be a woman
but she is still teething
that is why,
her bark is worse than her bite
she turned up in the dark
and never found my light
don’t mind the girl
she is leaving
by the exit,
the one with a gas lamp
across the wilderness
as a refugee in a camp
where the lonely reflect in rivers
the type that have never been drank
and though she has the shivers
and her brain is dank
somehow she can not deliver
she is leaving and i won’t miss her

James Garratt – Sunday 10th June 2001

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