Swimming Becomes Impossible – Written Wednesday 28th February 2007 (Aged 32)

Swimming Becomes Impossible

every punch and every put down
every hit,
every second prize
all the tears from well worn eyes
every famine, every moment
stolen of lost
as middle age looms
they can only count the cost
and listen to the hollow sound
every depressive moment,
every put down,
eventually spills over into anger
no change for change
or the luck of a four leaf clover
it all adds up,
and it weighs them down
all swimming becomes impossible
and then you start to drown


James Garratt – Wednesday 28th February 2023


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