And Now I Sit Here With You
 
I’m here on a voluntary basis
Not cuffed or strapped to a gurney.
I just need a break
The sun on my face.
 
Not cuffed or strapped to a gurney
Honey was poured in my ear
The sun on my face.
All things seemed possible, albeit far-away
 
Honey was poured in my ear
I am tired and walk slow.  
All things seemed possible, albeit far-away
My belt has been taken from me.
 
I am tired and walk slow  
I just need a break
My belt has been taken from me
I’m here on a voluntary basis.

Gareth Writer-Davies
 
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Gareth Writer-Davies would be pleased to hear them.