They make too much money for a sport that’s played,

A job to entertain and set an example for kids that watch each day,

Not at work, not on company time, we can’t do It, fired In the unemployment line.

Disrespectful, these men who kneel while an anthem of America is proudly sung,

It Is their right, freedom of speech by day and by night, not on the job, do It at home.

You don’t have to like It but stand as you should, you are an American, today not very good,

You kneel on the field, hide now within the locker rooms, men of character stand tall not sit down.

It’s a simple thing really, do your protesting In the streets, cry about It In your own home,

Anger and more people divided are the only things you are accomplishing In my opinion.

You disrespect those on your own teams as some are or have been a military man,

How can you stand together as at the same time you stand apart, disgraceful Is your only part.

Leave the politics off the field, play the game as now the game Is being truly affected,

Not as much fun to watch these days as always the topic and show remains the same,

How does a person kneel while singing the National Anthem? children are doing It, disgraceful.

See what’s happening to the NFL, so many don’t care to watch anymore, anger to go around,

Over something that really Is a personal Issue that should be kept away from the game.

Keith Garrett





There was a place, many places of my yesterday,

Far back in a place of snowy woods, a child so young.

Superman, batman, bicycle, and a tree swing once was,

Remembering the summer sun where a small boy would run.

Back to yesterday, another town to roam around, I found,

Headed for the future as my thoughts travel to a yesterday,

As life and time move ahead, cobwebs are more where I began.

I have moved, aged in a few different ways, tomorrow always has a yesterday,

My eyes open to a miracle morning, miracle being another day.

Keith Garrett




Outstretched, they reach far and wide, around the world,

Fierce and strong, they can crush or destroy what’s needed,

Careful and loving as they will comfort when the going is tough.

A being so full of mystery, with power and wisdom so unknown,

Creator of all that we know and more, arms of God will carry us home.

Wherever you may be, within all that we see, they exist to help us up,

Touching a universe that seems to have not an ending of discovery,

The arms of God are not to be seen as they are not a fantasy or a dream.

Keith Garrett




There are things I want back, that which has been taken from me,

Some can never be found again as the others are always within my grasp.

I been working real hard trying to rid the anger that does live Inside my soul,

Gone are things In a life that were beautiful and are a memory never let go.

The youth that once was known Is now living In the next generation of man,

I do keep hold of the energy that does not yet die, youth still lives Inside.

I have been broken In many ways, physically and emotionally but I fight the fight,

I been working real hard to get back the once powerful walk, the strength to lift.

Everyday the will to stand up and take control, do what must be done to overcome,

I been working real hard to be a better me, ways that must be changed, always working.

Keith Garrett



She could do such unusual things without much thought,

Out of bottle caps she could make a crazy hat.

She could jump really high, almost fly,

Close her eyes and make an apple pie.

She could walk backwards while tying her shoes,

Dance around a pool while reading a book.

She could play the harp without her hands,

Tell you the time in just about any land.

She could watch a movie without a sound,

Recite every line while spinning around.

Aunt Penelope was a strange one indeed,

At the age of one hundred and fifty three,

Old aunt Penelope is still but a fantasy.

Keith Garrett



Sleep comes quick as the days activities wear me down,

I’m not so sure where I am, where now do I stand in time.

Little control now in my own world as I am at the mercy of it all,

Worry strikes me down hard as my tomorrow seems a bit lost.

I awake in the night from the unwanted visions of my daily thoughts,

Decisions are not mine, waiting for so long to get back what was mine.

Everything has changed in a period of shortness, where am I to be,

I know from where it is I sit but for how long shall this man keep his spot.?

Through pain and a stab in the back my purpose appears taken from me,

I awake in the night wondering and waiting for the morning light,

There’s no getting what I had back, only need pieces of who I use to be.

Keith Garrett




Just ask, If at all possible I will be there,

Do you need me now,? speak from your lips the words.

For you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,

Reach out and don’t be afraid, call out my name.

Anything dear friend, I promise this I say,

Hear me as I’ll never forget your name.

To get to you I’d walk the miles,

Sit and listen as the sun go’s round and round.

Walk through fire to save you from pain,

Give up my blood so that you have one more day.

A part of me is something I could do,

The ultimate sacrifice if this is what I should do.

Anything dear friend, anything at all,

Let me know and I’ll make my way to you.

Keith Garrett