JUST GOES TO SHOWA Poem by Phil Roberts
I dreamed that I knew you
But that was only a dream I once met a man In a pub full of gangstas and dealers And fools like me Who thrived on the adrenaline and the anarchy This young man returned my buddy's keys Not the place to leave them on the bar So we got talking, as you would And this young black guy was impressive He was obviously intelligent and articulate As straight forward and easy going As the place allowed We got on pretty well Saw each other and said hi a few times Chatted at the bar occasionally Then I didn't see him for a while Until I saw his picture in the papers He had shot and killed a man For machete-ing his younger brother It just goes to show We never really know By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on January 14, 2016 Last Updated on January 14, 2016 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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