Tired illiterate ....
Tiredness creeps along this uneducated soul.
Self inflicted annoyance of nothing learned.
Take hold his compass of measured morality.
Is it low, is it high, will he hold, will he fly.
Illiterate, illegitimate, no history to record.
Abuse, a beast , all else forgotten.
Yet from a past left in its timeline.
A future paved with period possibilities.
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P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: just been thinking of how Things could of been different Had my father not left before My first birthday..... It's not self pity, just was thinking...
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Not a very happy Father's Day for a young lad. Hugs.
And hugs to you Augustus
I often feel the same way about my biological mom who died when I was 6 months old. She taught foreign languages. Would my lif have been richer. Would I have felt love? Would I not have been so screwed up the first 55 years of my life?
Brothers from other
Mothers....
Just figured that out brother.
Ha ha....
You have made those possibilities possible and your experience has made you stronger to go forward. Good write.
Thank you GF60
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