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Age Is Just A Number

Age is just a number
So refuse to act your age
Reach that point in your life
You don't care what others say

Do what makes you happy
What keeps you young inside
As long as it hurts no one else
Just go and live your life

Date those that are younger
Or older if you choose
Pick the path that you take
The one that best for you

Don't look back and then wonder
On things you should have done
Do all the things that you want
And begin to have some fun

Age is just a number
So refuse to act your age
Reach that point in your life
You don't care what others say

Age is just a number


Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
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My One True Love

If I give to you my heart
And a trust from deep inside
Would you use it to help heal
And start a brand new life

If I give to you my soul
Would your spirit then fly free
Reaching for the highest stars
Knowing it was meant to be

If I give to you my courage
Would you stay strong and true
Show others that they can survive
That they can be like you

If I give to you my love
With no conditions that need met
Would you feel free to trust again
And be able to forget

If I give to you all the things
That I mentioned up above
Would you give to me just one thing
Would you be my one true love




Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
I'm just a hopeless romantic so hopefully one day I will say this.

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The Day After Valentines

It's the day after Valentines
And Cupid did not come
So I wait at my bedroom door
And put bullets in my gun

I waited until midnight
And then today rolled around
So now if I get the chance
Cupid gets knocked out

At first I planned to scare him
For all he's put me through
But ****** seems a better choice
Since I've had a drink or two

I may be drinking way to much
I think im seeing things
Cupid may have slipped me drugs
To get away from me

Did I just see a Santa
I'm hearing Reindeer on my roof
My drinking could be trouble
Cause Giggling Goblins are afoot

I think I saw a bunny
Is that a beer or a green elf
Cupid he won't raise his head
Afraid to show himself

Did I hear a turkey chuckle
I see pink arrows everywhere
Maybe I should take a nap
I could just have another beer

Well its the day after Valentines
And Cupid did not come
He gets maybe one more year
Then Cupid's days are done


Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
This is an updated version of Last Years. If you like it please add to a few Collections.
i wrote this poem on

my broken piano

that's why at times

it's offbeat and slow

which is the perfect take

on the meaning it conveys

of all the brokenness  

that this life permeates
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