Robert Wylie

Rookie (02-11-35 to 06-13-2006 / Glasgow, Scotland)

Biography of Robert Wylie

My father was a working man who wrote poems for many years. The context of these, though often introspective, are concerned with his take on life and the activities of people, and his view of his home country as an exile. He died last year and I thought it fitting, as a mark of respect, and also because I enjoy his poems, that others should have the chance to share them.

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No regrets about throwing
Cut-throat razors in the air,
And catching them in my teeth,
Such has been my life-long remedy
For the itch of boredom.

True, the risk is there
To miss, just that once,
And I would have minutes to reflect.

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