High upon the hill I could see him standing there watching,
Not much could make out of his appearance except he was there.
He was waiting, I had to find out who he was and why he stood there,
I looked up to towards him and began to climb, he just watched my quest.
Tired as I kept moving on up the hill, grabbing onto whatever was within my grasp,
There he stood, I could see him clearer as i climbed higher and higher.
He was an old man with a lantern in one hand and a cane in the other,
Darkness fell upon the land as my climb took longer than it seemed.
Dressed in a robe with a hood over his head as closer I came to him,
I reached for him as he smiled and waved his cane back and forth.
When he removed his hood there he stood an older version of me,
As a young man I stared myself in the face, a look of many years.
There he stood, A long time to climb so high, an old man is he and me.
Keith Garrett
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Very beautiful imagination Keith.You always described it to a tee. 🙂
A very good feeling to see oneself in a new perspective and a very good way to start my day. You are always welcome Keith. 🙂 Have a good night ahead of you.
Oh, that’s good news! Im very happy to hear that Keith and I am hoping everything will fall into the right place…:) Just keep believing my friend.
Oh,you mean my place? U know my country.Will message u.:)
From here to there, to know my poetry can go everywhere. to someone i would never meet. I hope it does something for people everywhere.
You did! 🙂
You are my friend, stay around for awhile.
I will…even if I had to go, I’ll still on your poems. 🙂
Thanks for caring
😉
This is incredibly beautiful.
I like this, there is wisdom within it.
Thanks for reading
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beautiful imagery! I loved it! 🙂
I can definitely identify with this one