Keith Baker Poet Lyric

The Story of Your Life

When you were young
And you played ball in the backyard
Before the jerks and the skirts 
And you smoked your first cigarette.

And what you saw at night

Before the freaks and 
The losses of speech and the campfires
After the dawn but way before
You moved on to lay in this bed

Did you ever think of me?
Did you look down at the page and see me?
What will you write when you write
The story of your life?

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Karl Marszalowicz September 5, 2011 at 10:41 AM This may be good as is I feel the importance of the person in question. good work dude! Keith Baker September 5, 2011 at 4:41 PM It might be finished, it hasn't made up its mind.

Deepanshi Chaudhry September 5, 2011 at 6:00 AM i feel nostalgic.. how we all felt this way but forgot it in our struggle to be cold and detached as we grew up.. thank you for articulating what many of us had forgotten to feel... Keith Baker September 5, 2011 at 4:41 PM Thank you for this comment.