SMALL PHILOSOPHERS

SMALL PHILOSOPHERS

A Poem by Phil Roberts

These days it seems
I remember my early childhood
Better than the contents of my last meal
Dementia creeps.......

Right now, 
I'm remembering one early evening
With four of us small boys
Sitting on a wall
Discussing the realities of the world
As we knew it

The moon was pale but visible
And a subject for discussion
As serious as old men playing chess
We wondered how far away it could be
One lad said it was farther than London
But we knew that was obviously wrong
After all
We could see the moon
No-one had seen London

  By Phil Roberts

© 2016 Phil Roberts


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A small philosophy that is, at least, based on observation.
Charming work, Phil.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Phil Roberts

8 Years Ago

Thank you very much :)

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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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