COLD TO THE TOUCH

COLD TO THE TOUCH

A Poem by Phil Roberts

Everything seems to be
cold to the touch.
I can't remember if that means something.
Maybe it just means everything's cold.
Not that it matters all that much,
as long as I'm not'
I suppose there's hope

      By Phil Roberts

© 2016 Phil Roberts


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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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