"A STRANGER"


 Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life and the past,


 A forgotten road not so often traveled, not anymore.


 Where do they go, the ones we once knew and walked with,


 More and more they become ghosts, faded faces from 
 Yesterday.

 Time slips away slowly Into my tomorrow where my memories 
 Are found,

 Friends' are now strangers, strangers are now my friends.'


 There once lived a woman who I did not know, she lived  
 Her Life without me.

 In her there was not a thought of me, for me she had no 
 Meaning,

 This stranger that I had not met would someday be the
 Love A man could not forget.

 Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a  
 Stranger I never knew,

 Where did you go,! where did you go,! A stranger I love, a 
 Woman, I'll never know.

                        Keith Garrett   

                 WESTERN WORLD


 The old west, a place where a cowboy could roam
 The land,

 Drifters could be seen riding in from the horizon, 
 Long ago.

 Wagon trains with families seeking that new world of 
 Hope and prosperity,

 Bandits and outlaws robbing banks, criminals of the day 
 Hanging from trees.

 A western town where a sheriff walked the street trying 
 To keep some peace,

 Gamblers could be heard drinking and howling from a 
 Saloon Long ago.

 Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere back 
 In a western time,
  
 The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a trail 
 Through the years.

 Western world, where families worked the land, the future  
 Was a mystery to be              Seen.
                 Keith Garrett

                  OLD FRIENDS


 As children they played, growing up in the 
 Same town,

 Running in the park, playing games in the dark.


 Going to school, swimming in the same backyard pool,


 Singing songs, listening to music they both loved.


 Sleepovers, laughing late into the night,


 Going to movies, Friday and Saturday nights.


 They rode their bikes to many sites,


 A coke and a comic book were a delight.


 throwing a football, baseball in the park,


 Being kids was what life was about.


 Hanging out together in a time of youth,


 Those days are gone but never forgotten.


 These things I say are true to all that 
 Once played,

 Through generations and lifetimes,


 Here's to old friends never forgotten.


                      Keith Garrett  

         HEY! HEY! THEY WERE THE MONKEES


 Hey! hey! they were the Monkees, used to be here 
 But where did they go?
 
 Way back in the sixties they had their own T.V. show.


 They were all pretty silly and funny, an odd bunch, 
 Wouldn't you say,

 People still love to watch them, oh! yes to this
 Very day.

 Davey was English, a short sort of a lad,


 A voice made for singing, banging the Tambourine 
 That he had.

 Peter was like Harpo, quiet but funny,


A piece of the puzzle to make them as one.


 Mike played his guitar and could really sing,


 Somewhat as the leader to all four he would bring.


 Mickey was funny, had a voice, and could play the 
 Guitar,

                                                                                         Back in the past, maybe a pop star,


 Mickey Dolenz, Davey Jones, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork.


        Keith Garrett

                                                                                          
               MY LIFELONG PAIN


 I'm better off than some and worse than others,


 There are those who start out with not much of a 
 Chance.

 Then there are others with not a chance at all, 
 They fall,

 From my time as a child I had scrapes and bruises, 
 I survived.

 Born healthy enough except a rare problem with an eye.


 Fell on my face and one day broke my teeth, better than 
 Cancer I believe,

 When I was a teen the brain surgeries began when at  
 School I fell on my head.

 Broken bones, emotional scars that can never go away, 
 Pain of the day,

 I am still alive! I have survived all sicknesses that 
 Have attacked my being inside.

 As time has gone by a massive heart attack has visited 
 My life,

 What waits for us each day is not known as we roam our 
 Earthly home.

 My time here has not been worse or better than so many 
 Who I have met,

 How amazing it is that we make it through each day and 
 Live Beyond being young.

 The odds are against us all as we dodge many bullets  
 Taking Many unknown roads,

 My lifelong pain carries scars, dreams that haunt and  
 Remind Me of past life.

                          Keith Garrett

               A THANK YOU, DEAR LORD


 It's me again, many thought's swirl in my head,


 For this life you gave to me, I am most grateful.


 I wake each morning to the rain or shine,


 You've let me walk your worldly creation, I'm
 Still alive.

 I forget at times and also for granted take,


 This life is precious, there's much good in the world.


 A thank you, dear Lord, for the things given to me,


 The wonders of this land at times are hard to see.


 I'll try to remember that fragile is man,


 Speak to you soon, I keep trying to understand


 And be the best I can.


                                                                                       Keith Garrett 

                TREASURES OF THE LORD

 Into the darkness I stepped, wandering down a road,

 Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt 
 My soul.
 Alone I've stood on a hill so high, at the edge of 
 The mountain,
 There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what Is 
 Humanity.
 Is this place I am a creation of my own anger and 
 Non-believing,
 Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a 
 Blind man.
 I've opened these eyes and learned to see his 
 Masterpiece,
 The hills that are alive, rest beneath God's wide 
 Open sky.
 The wind that sings as It blows through the ever so high 
 Trees,
 Rain that falls below Is a gift to us so that we may 
 Watch Life grow.
 From the sea to all that we need to be Is for us 
 Because he,
 Only he had a thought, the power to Imagine that which 
 We see.
 Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from heaven,

 Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him
 Belongs not.
 Every time I open my eyes the treasures of the lord are 
 Seen,
 These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.

                   Keith Garrett

                    THY THUNDERING HEART


 Listen to the sound of my heartbeat, rumbles as 
 I sleep,

 From where It Is you rest can the rhythm play to 
 Your ear.

 This heart cries for a moment spent alone with 
 Beautiful you,

 So long has It been since our walks together, forever, 
 Forever.

 No prince am I, only a man with a spark of love 
 In his eye,

 Not a King of anything, no Kingdom of riches to worship.


 A Knight In shining armor Is a dream I am for you,


 A begger of wanting Is not what I'll do, not with you.


 A movie star of handsome features you will not see,


 Just a man whom loves as he lives and dreams.


 Thy thundering heart laughs and feels life's energy,


 Hurt and pain circle my everyday but go away, away.


 I love you, I love you, thy thundering heart says so,


 Heart and soul, from this heart growing old, strength 
 From you.
                   Keith Garrett 

             THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES


 There we are together standing, as the sun 
 Disappears,

 Only a lonely tree keeps' us company, we are 
 Alive!

 Many colors' rest In the open sky as day turns' 
 To night,

 We stand together yet apart with our own vision 
 Of life.

 Through different eyes do we see the same things,


 As only our thoughts' create a separate way of 
 Seeing them.

 We are two souls' occupying the same earth, dreaming, 
 Wondering,

 Watching the world In two directions', seeing a different 
 Way, Imagine.

                        Keith Garrett            

                    "SOMETIMES"


 Sometimes I wait for the telephone to ring,


 A wanting for a voice that does not sing.


 Sometimes I dream about and sometimes I cry,


 Love and peace are held deep Inside, understand.


 Sometimes I feel that I have to go away, I stay,


 So many things to do as I work and play, listen.


 Sometimes I'm a very tired and complicated soul,


 I'll keep on pushing till the day grows old.


 Sometimes I battle the Invisible fight, my fight,


 Something to prove as my time gets closer to the light.


 Sometimes I search for an Imagined hope of love,


 Can not find that which does not wish to be found.


 Sometimes I think that I am not seen by many eyes,


 Perhaps at times my mind Is closed and It Is I who Is
 Blind.

 Sometimes I wonder If the world does not need me,


  As I discover a wanting for more that It holds.

    SOMETIMES                          Keith Garrett