Without any shoes, I carefully walk,

Each step I take a chance to be cut.

All around me, I can’t see every piece,

One is sure to find me if cautious I’m not.

Where are my shoes, why aren’t they on,?

A lot safer I’d be, less chance to be hurt.

There’s broken glass everywhere,

Watch the way you step and you’ll not be wounded.

Keith Garrett


10 thoughts on “BROKEN GLASS

    • Better than before, Had to threaten my former employer for my stock money. I told them I was calling an attorney, after a bunch of lies they said I would be getting a payment at the end of April. I don’t trust them but we’ll see. I have changed the way I eat, even more, keep exercising. how are you?

      On Mon, Mar 19, 2018 at 5:29 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:


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