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
Original musical version with our pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/474060/
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
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
Original musical version with our pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/474060/
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.
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