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Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Literary fiction

Originally titled REMINISCENCES OF THE 1970s and written 1980, I heavily revised this poem in the year 200, and now regret it. The original version does not exist any longer.

Submitted:Jan 20, 2011    Reads: 35    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I can hear the night around me
Hear the silence of its cry,
I can see the moon above me
Glowing amber in the night;
Yet when the new day dawns
I'll see the sun transcend the sky.

Then I turn the television on
And a commercial haunts within,
For I see a small child begging
A myriad problems worse than mine;
I see a blind man selling pencils
A Labrador sleeping at his feet.

The radio blares the Grand Final
Brisbane take the cup interstate,
And the city is silenced
By yet another Met strike;
It's been raining all summer
Melbourne is back to normal again.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts


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