Living In a Winters Day
Living in a winter’s day,
caught
in a waterfall of my loving words.
You love your life,
but perhaps
not the emotional chores.
Others
blindly fight for a tabloid cause.
We are left wondering
what lies behind those doors.
If we are in the frame,
then the frame is paused.
Living for a winter’s day,
caught
in a country‑like lifestyle —
one
that we would like to echo,
how it is that we feel.
But the blame lies with them,
sitting there
with their toxic friends,
and that’s why
we are heading downhill.
Their sadness
never gave us a loving meal.
James Garratt: Monday 1st December 2025
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Living In a Winters Day – Written Monday 1st December 2025 (Aged 50)
