(87) The RobotA Poem by Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
The robot serves his mistress
Helps her bathe and dress Combs her fine blond hair The robot treats her with care But he is not allowed to feel Not allowed any emotion to steal He knows if emotions he enjoyed They would have him destroyed In secret he hides his love for her The robot knows it can not go further He can never love like a human being The robot can only just be a machine Why he has these feelings he is unsure He knows if he had a heart it would be pure His mistress would never want a robot lover And the robot could never serve another And some nights he wants to be able to cry But unlike his mistress, he can never die Able to live for all time, she could never But the robot, he was built to last forever copyright Chris Smith 2007 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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