GYPSY DANCINGA Poem by Phil Roberts
I have moved to a different drum
With odd and peculiar rhythms Dancing awkwardly through life On my two flat clumsy feet It is not the way I chose To step on innocent toes But the wildness of my dance Has had no easy flow The blame lies entirely with me It's a genetic thing, you see I am no more than this The son of the gypsy's kiss By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on October 15, 2016 Last Updated on October 15, 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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