London and Smitten
I felt emotional
for those years
that had come and gone,
back then
in the deep, deep past,
living in moments,
but never truly understanding
that they do not last.
I looked at the things
I had written
when I was there,
all those years ago,
Twenty one, in London,
and smitten.
Back then,
I seemed so far away
from being a child,
but a child
I was,
too silly to capture
the opportunity
laid out in front of me.
And here I am,
still a fledgling
in my thoughts.
Age, time, speed,
they compete against us
and triumphantly win.
And how quickly
we are caught,
caught up
in what has gone before.
But it is only time,
it is only time
that captures us.
James Garratt – May 2025
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London and Smitten – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
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nostalgia is memory, and forms us in a meaningful way; but ive also heard it said, “there is no more important time to be living than the now,” which has its own implications. lovely poem.
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True, I think as I get older, that looking back or examining your post becomes inevitable. It’s a nasty habit in some respects but i think a bit of reflection is no bad thing. Thank you for the kind comments.
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