Callous as a youth.
Often seen without a smile.
It was ignorance,
Not attitude, or style.
No one to guide him.
No one to help him see.
Formed through moments,
The man who came to be.
Barriers formed in the mind,
While growing older.
Events and thoughts,
Placed in a folder.
Few ever learned,
The memories time brought.
Hard to know,
Life’s lessons taught.
Thoughts not returned.
Chosen ones had rejected.
They were ignorant too,
Not wanting to be selected.
Time passes by moments,
Days move to years.
Views here and there,
Met were devils and dears.
To some he seemed,
Always the same.
They knew him by sight,
They knew him by name.
Others were given,
A deeper view.
Much deeper still,
That offered to few.

James Garrett is a lifelong resident of Benicia, author, poet and a former teacher at Benicia High School.
He can be contacted at jgstoriesnpoetry@aol.com.

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