On The Move Again
I was left with nowhere to go,
and all this so up in the air.
Why would I still be there?
I am on the move again,
handing in my hope
and avoiding the rain.
It’s a shame,
but I was left with nowhere to go,
and I’m on the move again.
James Garratt – February 2025
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On The Move Again – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
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