To the grave.

To the grave.

A Poem by Huw

How rare it is to see

a rich and genuine

lasting, loving smile.

So rare I find myself

stealing them off

the faces of infants

in the pram.

I smile, they see

and reflect the beam

that shines into my heart.

Not all I must admit.

Many, if not most,

have abject misery

stamped upon them

from the womb.

A misery they will carry

to the grave.

© 2015 Huw


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Added on June 13, 2015
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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

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A Poem by Huw