THE BLACK-EDGED PRAMA Poem by Phil Roberts The black-edged pram represents a life from cradle to grave.
Startled like a spring
Opened wide of eye Suddenly a newness Rushing pushing by This mortal instant Here Now See? The black-edged pram Softly ticking wheels "Isn't it" and "Isn't it" Squeak those ticking wheels Passing always passing Ever-changing sky Moving always moving Opened wide of eye The black-edged pram Goes softly ticking by By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on August 21, 2016 Last Updated on August 21, 2016 Author
Phil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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