BEST FRIENDS

Do you remember them, those left behind as a child?

You ran under the sun, played until the day was done.

Games played on a long-ago summer day, old friends here today,

There are times when great friends become strangers lost in the

background.
Again, as our journey moves on, a stranger we meet may turn into
That best friend,

For just a moment in your life, a best friend passes by, another is
Best friend forever.

What are best friends? There is a connection, something that
Brings us together,

Just as any relationship, it may grow or crumble with time, give and take,
To learn.

To be best friends with anyone in this life is a valuable gift;
Take hold,

Best friends I once had in a town surrounded by hills and trees.

It was a reality for me at a time when I really needed it; today
They are everywhere,

Some are closer than I did believe, others now a part of the breeze,
Maybe the sea.
Best friends from here and there, now and then, maybe, again and again.

                                Keith Garrett

     SECRET FRIEND

I was a small boy when my first friend appeared,

So long ago as now it is that I am much older than.

A friend that was there whenever I was lonely and scared,

I did talk to back then, laughed and ran in a field of weeds.

As I got a year older, this friend was not by my side, wandered,

I would meet others, and my friend would stand across the street,

Pacing back and forth, I was growing older as my friend remained a child.

Slowly, I had not much in common with my secret friend; the games changed,

The more I wandered and found, the further apart we grew.

My secret friend was leaving me; I couldn’t hold on as much as I
Thought I wanted,

My friend was leaving me as it was time to go, just as I went away, a
friend no more.
Keith Garrett

          DAILY PLEASURES

Wake to the morning, a cup of tea or coffee,

Feeling the sun shine on a chilly Fall morning.

Something to eat as hunger again visits me,

A shower, a hug from maybe someone you love.

Feeling good as health is a precious gift to enjoy,

A stroll down the street, just my headphones and me.

A breath of life from morning through the dark of night,

Taken for granted at times, daily pleasures are so fine.

               Keith Garrett

                 AN INSTANCE IN TIME

Life is but a flash, just as a lightning bolt strikes and is gone,

The earth is a speck compared to this never-ending universe.

If each one of us were even given a great gift of one hundred years,

Like a particle of sand compared again to the age of our world.

Like the wind blowing past and gone in the blink of an eye,

An instance in time is what we are given to see and realize.

                      Keith Garrett

           A PLACE TO DREAM

Away from here, far, far away I disappear,

Possibilities await me, they’re only there.

Covered hills of grass so green, just you and me,

Beautiful trees, the warm, colorful sun between.

A place to dream where the wind can be seen,

Where the sky can be touched, a place to dream.

A tune to my ears, that which soothes a soul,

A song in my heart, one that speaks words of you.

Hopes and wishes, fantasies or dreams,

Is there such a place for these, a place to dream?

        Keith Garrett

                JUST ANOTHER DAY

The sun comes up, taking the darkness away,

Sounds from trees, birds are awake for this day.

Whether it be clouds or rain, a walk down a street,

Just another day but never the same way.

Life and the beauty with it is seen for only so many hours a day,

Take it not for granted, as the gift of sight is not promised always,

Just another day or something new comes our way.

                   Keith Garrett

           KEYS TO THE KINGDOM

For whatever it’s worth, you came out on top,

Power in the hands of the right and wrong is scary.

You are human, but who are you really behind those eyes,

Through the years, from any shore, leaders are seen with fear and war.

Behind guarded doors of a house, Palaces and castles on foreign soil,

Those hold keys to the Kingdom with or without morals.

There are battles fought to hold onto or gain possession of many keys,

Keys to secret places, vaults, and of course, keys to the end of the world,

Some keys should be destroyed, taken from those who misuse keys to the Kingdom.

                                      Keith Garrett

     A MAN AND HIS GUITAR

He came from a long time ago,

This man of such a character, his music is to know.

From his days with the James Gang, as an eagle he flies,

The way that he dresses opens our eyes.

A voice that’s unique, that you know him as he speaks,

He sings his songs, from his guitar his energy was created.

If his name is not known to you, Joe Walsh, will you not forget,

Such an artist with his tunes, most would like to have met,

Joe Walsh is the man, his guitar is his trademark.

                       Keith Garrett

              1969

I was a child in 1969; I had no clue of the world,

I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.

Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that’s right,

I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago, and a family,

Vietnam was a reality, and my childish world protected me.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Clint Eastwood was the man,

Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel were grand.

Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I think of you,

Baseball with the miracle Mets, Bill Russell, and the champion Celtics,

Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, Charles Manson,
And history.

The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, Led Zeppelin and a tune,

1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed with my day.

                                         Keith Garrett

           7 MINUTES

We all have 7 minutes before something we must do,

The same time before work is done and time to go home.

7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the circumstances,

7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,

7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.

Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,

7 minutes late may save your life, right on time, goodbye.

In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world has changed,

Snooze for an extra 7 minutes; it may do you a world of good,

7 minutes is a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love and dream.

                                   Keith Garrett