Never Ending Parade – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)

Never Ending Parade

Sat down here, caught in a pipe dream,
Pulling back screens, listening to evening song,
As merry-go-rounds show me no sign of coming to a halt.

Lost myself in mosaics of my past
and memories laid out as a hearth.
I am well versed, but poetry is not my task.

Sat down here, caught in a liquid trap,
But somehow eloquent and free,
As the ship stole a march
and I looked out to sea.

The never-ending parade that marches through a street
Feels like the friends that I no longer meet,
And all the daisy-chains can never be truly complete.

Sat down here, looking inwards but somehow outwards,
Just trying to find my feet.

James Garratt – Monday 31st March 2025

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