TALE OF AN OUTLAW
Sit back and listen as I tell you this tale of an outlaw,
As a child, his future was uncertain as both mother and father were killed.
Hungry with no one to turn too he begged for food,
Slept wherever might be shelter, survived as a thief.
As he grew he then met those who lived as he lived,
Without skills of his own, he set out on a stolen horse.
He now was a thief and an outlaw, listen further,
With a gun, he did not own, he now robbed from those who did not steal.
Finally, he faced one who did not wish to give,
Murder was now his ultimate crime.
Hunted down by a sheriff and a posse, he was then caught,
Because he could not travel a road of good,
He now layed in the dirty street, dead.
Keith Garrett
He was, a product of, his, environment…
Yes, but he was responsible for himself,
On Wed, Aug 5, 2020 at 10:44 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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