I was born on a February day, It was early morning in my life,

A baby’s first look at a world that would show to him many things.

Still it was Winter, in the East where snow was falling down to the ground,

The day was young as i also was young, there’s a memory but i don’t remember.

As a small boy there are for me thoughts and memory’s of playing in the snow,

Building a snowman, Icicles hanging from the roof tops, grapes on the vines.

I’ve had the bad and good experiece in my time, just as every living soul does,

Soon the sun would rise and i would open my green eyes to things around me.

It’s high in the sky shining down on my life while its warmth covers me as i grow,

Moving ahead seeing the world change as my life changes, friends come and go.

Life can seem hard and long just as there is much fun and pleasure to come,

My life moves on just as the sun moves further above, over my head.

My eyes have experienced great and wonderful scenes of the land,

There’s much more to be seen if i’m blessed or if so lucky.

This is the afternoon of my life as i keep living until the night.

Keith Garrett