WOUNDS OF TIME

           Innocence and pure, the new born child,

             ay by day what's taught and learned.

             With an eye that which is witnessed,

            An ear, sounds of many spoken thoughts.

     Physical pain, hurtful words that disable and change,

 Corruption and crime, nightmares of life that torment the mind.

             Like scars, lessons that make us strong,

            Wounds of time sometimes alter a clean mind.

       Can't is only a word, failure learned from weakness,

           Our minds and bodies see battles over time,

       Learn from them, survive, unkind are wounds of time.

                                                     Keith Garrett

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