What do you see when you peek at me, for a lifetime you’ve seen,
I await as each time you appear, we grow older together with the years.
You stare and dream as thoughts from your mind are the same in me,
The morning awakes you, come see the mirror,do you see, do you see.
You’ve studied me closely, at times wondering who i am, understand,
I am the same as you, a man searching within himself, always searching.
From the mirror you gaze into these eyes, are you so surprised.
Do you think i do not know whom it is you really are, i know you,
There are those moments i wish not to see you, not hear you.
Not think at all or too feel the same pain that haunts you,
From the mirror thoughts of a man, a piece of one man.
Keith Garrett
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Him Keith Garrett, thank you for stopping by my blog. I’ve only read some of your poetry, but I like it. Thank you for following this humble troll’s blog. Hopefully I will get better with time. 🙂 Blessings, Stubbs
Thanks for following my blog, your poetry is really good!
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You definitely have a gift. Your poetry is very good
Keith,
I noticed that you reflect on yourself a lot. I do too. I wonder why.
Kyanna~
I can’t even imagine what that must be like. I see your pain, and I can almost even ‘feel’ it. I do like that you talk about things. You never know how you can reach by doing so… I’m learning to be open as well. There is nothing like feeling a burden or something on you that you just can’t shake… Thank you so much for sharing with me Keith. I appreciate it very much.
~Kyanna
I really like this piece. A bit haunting, a bit at peace
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I’m glad you visited my blog, Keith, or I never would have found your gift of poetry. It is something I love so much, but lack the knack of. Your last piece is profound, a piece to make you think. My father-in-law who is 91 years old says he still feels young. It is only the “mirror” that tells him he is “old.” His only enemy………..
Wow! You’re on a roll!
Thanks for reading
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Sorry, couldn’t resist –
Thanks for reading
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