A Wayward Life Poem by sylvia spencer

A Wayward Life

Rating: 4.0

Born out of wedlock,
with a chip on his shoulder,
one that was as big,
as a cliff face, boulder.
From the age of seven
he was in constant trouble.
Then as he grew up,
His parents worries,
were set to double.
Police at the door,
both night and day
and sometimes they came,
and took the lad away.
Drink and drugs,
were always on the card
of this teenage lad,
who's parents worked hard.
Up in front of the Beak!
and sentenced to a year,
this wayward lad,
showed no remorse or fear.
So on he went, with a record
one that was now at hand,
spending more time than ever,
locked up, in the 'Hotel Grand!
At the age of forty,
and still no life sorted.
Wife and family,
now totally aborted.

Linda Preston 23 April 2005

what a well told story. I like the chip as a big as a rock face line. Nice one.

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Scarborough Gypsy 27 April 2005

This is great Sylv. Some kids stay kids for ever don't they? Glad you're back Gyp's

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Michael Gale 07 March 2006

A sad story that a lot of people go through.Going astray from the narrowed proper path.I'm just glad i found my way before i could even have a chance to stray. Others have trouble with the law, except for me.Those who hav not had trouble in life should be glad they have not. A good poem. My hat goes off to you. Best regards.

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Anna Russell 28 February 2006

A touching read on a sadly all too common subject. Hugs Anna xxx

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Duncan Wyllie 25 February 2006

I wish there was a way for people to see before they get lost in the maze of curcumstance. Thankyou for this, you have shown us what a great artist you really are.Love Duncan

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Graham Jones 23 February 2006

A great poem Sylvia and a good meesage to others well done Reagards Graham.

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Mary Nagy 27 April 2005

As always, a wonderful poem Sylvie. I always enjoy reading your work. Sincerely, Mary

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