Praise
praise
it does not rest easily with me
i twisted and i turned
and the awkwardness of childhood returned
praise
i shuffled and stammered
remembering how the nail had once been hammered
when the awkwardness of childhood held a gaudy banner
and i felt embarrassed
not so much because of the praise
but because of my potential that i had failed to reach
and all the jokes i too easily gave
instead i could have been forging a better future
but i was always too busy dismantling my lathe
praise
they gave it to me and i could only blush
suddenly awkwardness made a headlong rush
and the awkwardness of childhood returned
James Garratt – Thursday 3rd May 2007
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Praise – Written Thursday 3rd May 2007 (Aged 32)
