New Days, New Ways, New Words To Say – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)

New Days, New Ways, New Words To Say

I move on, again.
New team, new pitch.
But how did it come to this?
I can take all the blame, if that helps.
But the rules are never consistent.
Maybe that’s to do with my brain.
Maybe it needs an assistant.
Maybe I don’t want to play the game.
The goalposts seem to move.
And the ball, the ball is bust.
I am certain the rules are fixed.
And in them, I can never have trust.

I move on, again.
I am all too aware of my gathering years.
And I am aware how they arrange my memories.
And I am aware of my age.
But why should I let crumbs of self-belief
decorate or even inform every fade?

James Garratt – Monday 17th February 2025

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