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 too 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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Sometimes bad things happen unexpectedly and they leave scars, which we wear as medals. They represent the fight against grief and tragedies. And we never expected this life lasting for so long.
A great poem. Thank you very much for sharing this!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phil Roberts

8 Years Ago

Thank you once again, Thomas :)

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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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