Best Poems Written by Philip Wilson

Could It Be? Was the Question

Could it be? Not to sound too poetic
That I’m alone, unwanted and pathetic

Well if we sum all the facts in our hand
Then we may find near the answer we’ll land

Well I am as we speak writing poetry
Something that should be left to Pete Doherty

Or maybe a libertine of days gone by
For they understood romance would not die

Could it be? Was the question asked
Thus my self worth is diminishing fast

You see I feel a shadow of my forma
And I’ll try see if I can inform ya

My phone rarely bleeps or dose shudder
For my life has seen much more colour

It was much more red, yellow, green too
If I’m honest now it’s much more blue

They used to say I was “man about town”
Always a wink, a smile. No frown

The tail is classic, once a light burning bright
And now it has faded I give up the fight

Hang on! Bleep, bleep check inbox
Reads: Phil get to the party tonight rocks.

Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2008