Those Were The Days
those were the days –
when we roamed around –
in a sort of dry ice fog
with a kind of ignorance
that became a kind of dull haze
those,
those were the days –
when knife edge reality felt sharp
when we etched every tune –
into our brains
when we struggled to take part
when we put a tag on our pain
those,
those were the days –
now, in our silver grey middle age
we reflect back on the days,
when we staggered drunk
in the tell-tale maze
James Garratt – Sunday 11th February 2024
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Those Were The Days – Written Sunday 11th February 2024 (Aged 48)
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