Philip Carter

Rookie - 50 Points (London)

Every Single Minute, Every Single Day - Poem by Philip Carter

It is such a boring life
Standing here on the street
Being here, both day and night
Through sun or rain or sleet
I have no mouth with which to shout
No one hears me complain
When a cigarette gets stubbed out on me
Nobody knows of my pain
I've had couples carve their names
To show their love is real
And dogs that lift their leg up
And their private parts reveal
How I wish I was back at home
Standing proud, so tall and strong
Back there with my family
Back where I did belong
But I am here as a signpost
To let people know the way
Every single minute
Of every single day.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Got the inspiration from just looking at a sign post

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  • Gajanan Mishra (11/30/2013 8:28:00 PM)

    let people know, I like it, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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