Salvage – Written December 2024 (Aged49)

Salvage

what is there to salvage
from the wreckage of my childhood?
it’s sunk,
somewhere beneath my ordinary feet.
the loss of me,
as a younger man,
is covered by a sheet.

now,
what does this current situation mean?
first past the post
is an unfulfilled dream,
and dreams,
which once held me afloat,
were hidden, as a younger man,
behind a devilish coat.

dreams of tag
were choked by dry smoke.
what dreams are there to salvage
from times that have come and gone?
after all,
i am no longer young.

there can be no excuse—
my middle age
it should not need these parachutes,
it should hold the keys to my cage.

James Garratt – December 2024

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