When i awoke to a morning, not yesterday,
Young was i as my first foot steps were learned.
Walked did i into each different day,
The more i traveled, the more i changed.
I learned of words, i saw many things,
The sun i saw rise but now it’s overhead.
The leaves i saw were shaken from the trees,
As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.
Once a young boy played in the snow,
The more he walked, the less the snow would fall.
Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,
A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.
He walked very far, a life on his feet,
He’s on his way back, almost home, older than he use to be.
Keith Garrett
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Beautifully expressed. Love it ! 🙂
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Wonderful!
Thanks always
Beautifully written! Thank you for visiting and following my blog!
Nice! Especially your last line! Can I share a piece of mine, Keith, with a request for you to read through and comment? Thanks in advance!
Thank you
On Sat, Aug 8, 2015 at 9:27 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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As I get older, I sometimes thinks life has been like your “road traveled so fast”. My Garden is where I see “many things”. Thanks for following my blog.