John Churchill

Rookie (Nov / 2 / 1951 / Liverpool UK)

Every Face Tells A Story - Poem by John Churchill

I never put my hand up
and I never volunteered,
drugs or booze is not a cruise
it's no fun being here.

Thought I'd played my cards right
I gambled wealth away,
smoked that shit and drank a bit
and now it's time to pay.

Life is oh so simple
to a fool who's on the make,
but please be sure you look before
those dangerous steps you take.

All those sad, sad faces
each has a tale to tell,
for some it's just unpleasant
but to others it pure Hell.


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  • Mathew Lewis (5/10/2006 10:13:00 AM)

    I love how simple this poem is and yet so deeply emotional. It flows very well and that allows you to grasp what is being said. Its beautifully written... P.S: Please read my poems and comment. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 11, 2006

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