Watching You

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Watching You

I watched you come into t his world

I watched you learn to walk.

I vividly remember learning to understand you

when you began to talk.

I watched you as you learn to write,

I watched you learn to climb.

I tenderly listened to your gentle voice

reciting your nursery rhyme.

I watched you play among each other

Sometimes I’d watch you fight.

I watched and learnt that you’re not perfect,

But you generally did what was right.

I watched you hurt inside yourselves

And mainly because of me.

Before I watch life pass me by

I want you to know I’m sorry.

I pray one day you’ll understand

This poem makes me feel blue.

Because now I watch myself grow old

Instead of watching you.

 

 

© Copyright   All Rights Reserved    By: Jon M. Broadnax

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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