I am my life's sole keeper in the garden of my dreams Within it dwell the great hopes along with all my schemes
Why for me only the hard way has taught my mind since youth Does it seem could be no other than a fact and cold hard truth
I chose the road that I tread from my bold disdaining action I would never listen to another except to my own satisfaction
Lucky that he knows me not for my sadness hides regret As they who think to know me know less the nearer they get
My son how I do love him touching most his dreams within But all I want for his heart is to not go where I've been
Tate
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For Tatertot How often we look back on the road that wound through our lives? Only to find it would have been much better if we had taken the easy way. But perhaps some of us are destined to blaze trails yet unknown. It was so with me. And yet I can't but think how much I wish something different for my own son. None of us wish our children to hurt others .Nor do we want to see them in pain.