What do you see when you look at me,
I was once a young man, older I grow to be.
Lines on my face, hair has much changed,
Scars and wounds from a lifetime I’ve seen.
Thoughts and visions, a movie feature in my head,
I’ve changed with the changes that this world brings.
Look at me as I still live and breathe,
I’m forever me but a different me.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Yes you are a different you who is still the same. Will many so-called close to you miss this? As though they will never face reality of what is an truly an art?
Great poem…
Thanks so much
On Tue, Mar 17, 2015 at 9:01 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I like this…….simply about changes in the moment of living
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose