Robert Roberts

Rookie - 152 Points (22/03/1993 / Anse La Raye, St. Lucia)

What's Left - Poem by Robert Roberts

amongst the rubble i sit
and gather whats left,
pieces of what use to a man,
a shattered portrait,
guide me right so i may know,
if i should return down this road
i understand there is
no changing a mans fate,
so winding roads steer me straight,
for in time we all see a glimmer of light,
even if the brightness
is only for a second


Comments about What's Left by Robert Roberts

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (4/28/2014 8:35:00 PM)

    Very nicely written piece! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014


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