UNKNOWABLE

UNKNOWABLE

A Poem by Phil Roberts


No-one knows how bad it was
And nobody knows how good
I wear my smile with bright abandon
Like the days of happy hedonism
But most of my scars are kept out of sight
Too ugly and brutal to show
They're no-one's business but mine
The lines on my face 
Are my long service medals
I never expected so many
Years or medals

                                    By Phil Roberts
                             

© 2016 Phil Roberts


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Added on January 16, 2016
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Phil Roberts
Phil Roberts

macclesfield, north-west, United Kingdom



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I'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..

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