EXCUSESA Poem by Phil Roberts
Slender and tenuous reasons
Run through the droplets of motive Which impel us in our actions Direct us to our self-fulfilling fates Our cleverly devised mistakes For we each bear the scars Of our own fatal flaws Victims of our own design As I have been of mine Haven't you? I am the saboteur of my dreams Picking at the seams Of a braver me A wiser and unlikelier me All my tendencies and traits Conspire and defeat me To subtly beat me About my empty head With every word I've said Every thought I've had And that's why By Phil Roberts © 2015 Phil Roberts |
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Added on July 26, 2015 Last Updated on July 26, 2015 AuthorPhil 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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