MY WORLD, AND WELCOME TO IT


  My name is not important but who I am is not 
  A dream,
  My physical being holds no measure to my inner
  Creation.
  I am but a poor man with riches that lie in the heart,

  What I've lost I do not seek out, things of new 
  Appear to me.
  Once I was a child, a small and frightened boy 
  Left somewhere,
  A place, a father, and haunting memories of a time 
  Since vanished.
  There have been blessed upon me, friends in a life of
  Many roads,
  In these passing years, lessons of pain and triumph 
  Are understood.
  Children are mine to the count of three, two sons, 
  And a daughter,
  The pictures that keep them show of an older me, 
  my world.
  I am a writer of thoughts, imagination, and living
  Dreams,
  The road I travel is in every day, my eyes paint scenes 
  From stories.
  Music has its own loneliness, and beauty, to fill my 
  Soul and mind,
  I learn from it, as I write this on going tale, of a world 
  Full of mystery.
  There are many components that make me who I am, 
  A wanting man,
  Passion, anger, and humor, are part of the spirit in me, 
  More to see.
  A thinker, and energy, surround a body of laughter 
  that some can't grasp,
  Not of violence to those who know me, mistaken is
  Hurt for anger.
  To share my life with another, and one to let me in 
  Theirs is prayed,
  A poem read to, a meal for two, a walk in the park, 
  A fire in the dark.
  Brothers and sisters, a mother to far away, life has a secret,

  Love that flies away, for another love will enter in its 
  Own way.
  Something beautiful, and meaningful, is there before 
  my eyes,
  My name is Keith, this is my world and welcome to it.

                                 Keith Garrett