Stretch – Written Wednesday 6th August 2025 (Aged 50)

Stretch

The days stretch out before me,
so I put on my face
and rifle through my book.
I pick a presentation,
one with not too much hook.

Every day, every day I bend and twist,
and I know,
that I am not the fledgling I once was,
the one,
who demanded the world bend to my needs,
as the humility of life,
just pushed me to my knees.

So I sit here
and try to muster my wisdom.
I know it can be found
in my stables.
So I saddle up
and give advice as I am able.
You have to understand
that I never found the cradle

Not the type that can rock you to sleep.
And now the days stretch out before me,
and I can do nothing
but simply stretch.
I wonder what they did
as power swims within its own mess.

James Garratt – 6th August 2025

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