As a child I was a dreamer, my imagination running wild,
Life was somewhat of a fairy tale, I awoke at a young age.
As my father died then much anger grew inside,
A slow process as I was shy, not really did I seem to cry.
Now a lost boy inside, kept it to myself as I played each day,
My teen years were without a father or parent who appeared invisible.
This is my view and what I believe, others may disagree but I am me,
I was never one who wanted to hurt people or animals, out of control.
I was never a bad person but did things that I would regret in many ways,
Decisions and choices would haunt to this day, some would give a change.
There are those that can not be fixed, I can mend others day by day,
A confession today, from a man who was never perfect in any way.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Nice post. It’s never to late to dream. I realized my dream of writing a novel in my 50’s. Now I’m six books in and there’s no turning back. Someday I will figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
Thanks for reading and your thoughts.
On Sat, Jan 23, 2016 at 8:49 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Thanks for reading
On Sat, Jan 23, 2016 at 9:13 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Loved it, especially the last two lines. Made me believe strongly that – No one is ever perfect!
Mistakes like those ??? O nooo ….Sometimes the soul is speechless…
Thanks for reading
On Sun, Jan 24, 2016 at 12:01 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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What do you think if somebody comes to your home as a friend and
burrow through your belongings behind your back . What is the name you can give to that kind of person. Maybe you can write a poetry about him. You are really talented.To insult somebody is easier than to forgive.
Thanks always
On Sun, Jan 24, 2016 at 9:08 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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.>>> have a nice creation . I think you know the answer well .
Thanks always
On Sun, Jan 24, 2016 at 9:50 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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