THIRTEEN

THIRTEEN

A Poem by Phil Roberts

When I was thirteen
I had guilty secrets
Greasy hair and dirty mind
Pockets were always full
With pen-knives and matches
And pictures of nude women
And it was so good to be in long trousers!

Everything was halfway
Between the man and the boy
The devil and the angel
And I could not laugh at myself
For looks were so important
And the girls might see
They could make me blush
As I try to look so cool

My voice had broken
But my body was still growing
Nothing had been settled
And the things I took for granted
Were to change radically
But when I was thirteen
It was important to smoke
And not go out with my parents
Not to wear school uniform
And always have my jacket open
And never laugh too loud
In case I was the joke

                                    B y 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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