![]() THE BOYA Poem by Phil Roberts
My back aches
It breaks from carrying you, Boy So many years All your life All my life You hold me back And slow me down You keep dragging me Down to the ground I could have flown but for you Keeping the past within me Anchoring me to the long gone I remember you Scrambling in the dirt And fighting in the street But underneath you were soft Too fast to believe And maybe you still make me a fool I've always told you Toughen up, kid! I can't afford your gullibility I refuse to feel your fears Or hear the voices that scare you Do you hear me, kid? And tell me this, Boy Do I still see the world Through your wide open eyes? By Phil Roberts © 2017 Phil RobertsFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on August 4, 2017 Last Updated on August 4, 2017 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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