A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE
He lived a life of dreams, the world was a strange place,
A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.
A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,
A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they would swing.
A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this thinking man,
He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle soul.
Time would take him full circle back to where he started,
He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on a swing.
A child of his own, married did he this love from childhood,
He had everything to share, sickness would take his love away,
A simple mind, a heart so pure would burry his wife under that Oak tree of before.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
nice
Thanks for reading
On Sun, Apr 24, 2016 at 8:49 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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This poem reminds me of a friend 😀
thanks for writing so nice…:-)
Thank you always
On Sun, Apr 24, 2016 at 9:36 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Beautiful 💜
Thanks for reading
On Sun, Apr 24, 2016 at 10:14 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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it touches my heart.. to read the last line especially