Roger Costello Poems

The brain of a new born baby
all new and freshly made.
Empty of all knowledge and thought.
Open to the world for all import.
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The sky.
Is it Blue or is it Green?
It has to be looked at to be seen.
Even then I'm not to sure.
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Jessy, Oh Jessy,
where will you wander? .
Your future is calling,
with promise and wonder.
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When I was thin, life was fun.
When I was thin, girls looked at me.
When I was thin, clothes fitted me.
When I was thin, I could run.
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She lay's in the crook of my arm.
Vunerable, fragile, asleep.
She stir's.
Muscles tighten, I feel her strength,
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When I first laid eyes on her,
my breath stopped!
When I first saw her,
the world stood still!
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I miss my Father,
My Dad.
Out of the blue, he came into my mind today.
I was working away, quietly on my own.
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My life's in a heap at the side of my bed!
' It's going in a skip the moment your dead'
There's another pile by the side of my chair.
'that will be gone the moment your no longer there'
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She fills me with joy
She fills me with glee
But somewhere inside her
lurkes a small part of me! ! !
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When we first met,
I was invisible. 'you made no eye contact! '.
When we first met,
I did'nt exist. 'It was asif I was'nt there! '.
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