Oh… These Days
oh… these days—
where did they come from?
days,
when i swung on her braids.
those days,
in the factory where we were made.
my mind,
never stops working overtime,
but these ropes of self-esteem i have
still seem so hard to bind.
oh… these days—
it feels like
we need to close a divide.
paid a price,
with a need to purge something inside.
now we are here,
on an elevated scene.
where did this all come from?
days,
in such a strange way—
from moments of concrete direction
to days of wet clay.
James Garratt – December 2024
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Oh… These Days – Written November 2024 (Aged 49)
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