Philippa Lane

Rookie (March 7th,1941 / Chichester, West Sussex, England)

The Unimportance Of Being Me - Poem by Philippa Lane

They say
Love makes the world
go round
That Hate is really out-of-date
Although it still is found

It seems
Sex is here to stay
That Lust is a must
Especially today
But me
I need not be
It matters not a jot
If I get hot
Or cold
Or bold
Or scold another
Or love
Or laugh
Or cry
Or lose my mother

Life goes on
And would continue
should I die
But I alive sit wondering why
No-one seems
To claim the blame
For this
so shattering

Of me not mattering.

(London, UK)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 21, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 29, 2011

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