What’s troubling you young man, something’s on your mind,
Thoughts are in my head but the trouble is deep in my heart.
I can see that it has been taking you away to a different place,
I’m right here if you want to talk, i’m always here son.
That’s just it, I’m not you son!, I want to be your son,
What do you mean you’re not my son, I love you and you live here.
That doesn’t make me your son, If only you could adopt me,
I know i’m asking a lot, If you think it’s to much then i’ll understand.
To much, I would be proud to do this for us, we love you,
I have a father but he doesn’t want me, i’m of no use to him.
He wants a worker, he has no interest in love for a son,
Please!, i just want to belong somewhere, a family.
What about your real father, what will he say,
He doesn’t want me, i’m here if you want me to stay.
I never thought there was a question, you’ve been my son everyday.
Keith Garrett
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I get it. It’s an interesting format, all dialogue, without identifying either speaker. It’s clear. I hate to do this, but there are three different 2’s: “to”- as a direction; “too”- as like also; and “two”- the number 2. Also, don’t follow an exclamation point with another punctuation mark, i.e. comma.
I hate to be a stickler, but it was a little distracting to people like me, who read like an editor. But it was a clear expression of the conversation.
Clear dialogue. Good
what an deep conversation – and then acceptance “there never was a questiont you’ve been my son everyday”
Thanks always
On Thu, Aug 27, 2015 at 2:57 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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