Tattoos Poem by Paul Warren

Tattoos



Tattoos are the hip thing now
To ink yourself shows the know-how

Some look three-d
Peeling back the skin to see

Muscle and bone exposed
Or maybe some Chinese letters that know

Some Far Eastern Philosphy
Add some spider webs you see

And a gothic cross on the upper arm
With a heart and a lover's name with charm

But as the years go by does the charm fade
With happy faces sagging to sadness made.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Monday, May 8, 2017
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Buried Alive 09 May 2017

The graffitti of the skin, even with age never wears thin. A constant reminder of something stupid he once did. A great lesson in this poem, one I never had to learn of my own

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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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