"TO BE REMEMBERED"

 What Is the worth of a man or woman, who will 
 Judge,
 We are born Into the world, this place we call 
 Earth.
 Stranger's are we as to each other we first see,
 Becoming a family as we grow with the years
 As an Individual how do we judge ourselves 
 In the mirror of time,
 A time to be born and as the clock ticks we have 
 Our day to be gone.
 Am I a good and decent man who shares a smile 
 With a stranger,
 A woman so kind and generous that her own pain 
 Is not shared.
 To be remembered by those who are loved In 
 The greatest way,
 To know that In their heart's lives a place 
 For you always.
 We came Into this world with no promises of 
 Everlasting friends,
 That special love was not given to us so that 
 Alone we could not love.
 Selfish are the ones who wish unhappiness to 
 Those who are happy,
 Letting go or saying goodbye Is a gesture so kind 
 Of the heart.
 To be remembered for a smile, a hug, or a  
 Listening Ear is of worth,
 To be judged Is not of any loved ones fore we 
 Judge Ourselves with
 The truth that rests In our heart and souls, 

 To be remembered Is to be good and decent, kind 
 And generous,
 A good person, man to woman.

                                                                                                              Keith Garrett                                                

          THE DREAMING DANCER


 Dance, dance all around, this angel with 
 Grace so fine,

 Pirouette to the musical sound, dance, dance for me.


 Her beautiful, Auburn hair moves with her motion,


 Eyes sparkling bright in the soft evening lights.


 Body and soul, dance, dance around the floor,


 Your beauty is electrifying, I watch your Air, En L'


 You are an artist, assemble do you with perfection,


 I watch for you are the dreaming dancer tonight.


 You're a dream as you Arabesque in silence,


 Wear do you such a magical smile, dance for me.


 Soubres lovely darling as you are from heaven,


 Your Arque is of a special talent, the dreaming dancer.

                   Keith Garrett

                THE BOUNTY HUNTER


 A lonely life he leads roaming from here to there,


 Across the desert and through the hills he travels.


 For hire, always for the dollar, he'll ride,


 His friend is the gun, he hunts the wanted man.


 Not a family or restful home of his own,


 Every sunrise or sunset maybe his last.


 Across the country, a man, a gun for hire,


 The bounty hunter rides into the sun,


 Work for this man is never done, always the 
 Firing gun.

 Watch out that he doesn't come for you,


 He is the bounty hunter.

                   Keith Garrett

                 THE ADVENTURE OF LIFE


 It holds many doors, different roads to choose from,


 Chances are taken as we turn the page.


 Life is an adventure, different chapters are written,


 Only can it be wasted if we stand still too long,


 Moving into the future, playing a different game.


 We must read from different books,


 Experience different tastes of another type of food.


 We leave behind people and things, sometimes we must 
 Let go,

 Carrying into the future our memories or lessons 
 Learned.

 Sometimes it's difficult to miss but we learn to 
 Adjust,

 Changes upon changes as the wheel keeps turning.


 The circle of life is never ending, nothing may 
 Stay the same,

 The adventure of life is a most wonderful but hard 
 Game to play.
                       Keith Garrett 

                SHADOW ON A CURB


 A boy I remember who once sat on a curb,


 On a warm, sunny, day over fifty years ago, I say.


 Listening to the airplanes going by, fly so high,


 Hands rested on his face, a street and a place far
 Away.

 He would stare from where he sat, a thinking child,


 I remember him well when he lost that smile.


 A car that no longer moved, the life in it lost,


 Now the memory of a man who sat at the wheel.


 A place and a street that exists till this day,


 A curb, where once a boy no more dreamed and played.


 What has faded now is a man and a car,


 A boy who aged more than a father who at one time


 Carried him on his shoulders.


 Now from the trees, only a shadow on a curb you'll see,


 A memory of a boy who sat and stared at a car driven 


 By a father who he can no longer see.

                                                                                                                   Keith Garrett   

                                                                                             
                     SHADOW RIDERS


 Men crumble,  their sins they can not hide, 
 They run,

 From the expressions on their faces, aging lines 
 Of haunt.

 One of them runs, the other chases, they both run
 Together,

 One tries to hide his guilt and pain, the other 
 Chases To forget.

 Shadow riders, at different times they are the rider, 
 the other prey,

 They are from a time of civil unrest, they kill and  
 Then Die in a place for them.

 It takes its toll, the hunt and the run, tears from 
 Men Dry up in the sun,

 Nothing more to be said, two dying men soon would be 
 Dead, Blood on their hands.

 Ones knife in the desert sand, a gun left on a 
 Deserted land,

 Walk in a different direction, shadow riders are 
 Never seen again.
                          Keith Garrett

                    QUITTER


 He gave up on himself as he did on others,


 To try something of a challenge gave him much fear.


 Instead of standing tall, and helping a fellow human 
 Being

 Was to much trouble for him,


 He did not understand the worth of either one.


 He did not become strong by facing his fear,


 Nor a good and descent man because he never 
 Cared about much.

 There was good in him but he took not the time 
 To work or overcome difficult tasks,

             
 The path he walked became quiet and lonely.


 Because he was known as a quitter and never gave,


 In return not a soul cared to help him,


 They also in return gave up on him.


 He was quit on, as he was the quitter.


                    Keith Garrett

             MAGICAL PLACE FOR YOU AND ME


 They exist In fairytale land, step from books 
 Written,

 Remember when you were a child, what did you see?


 They stood tall on the big screen, a never ending 
 Dream,

 Did you believe It was real? In my world, I could 
 Truly feel.

 A magical place for you and me where all the 
 Possibilities,

 A wooden boy comes to life, his nose grows with lies,


 Pinocchio would one day become a real boy.


 He did not wish to grow up, always dressed In clothes 
 Of green,

 Fly's high in the sky, Peter Pan lives a magical life.


 Cinderella had not much, a slave to the labors of mean,


 A slipper lost would bring a prince charming her way.


 A girl treated terribly by a woman of such wickedness,


  With the help of seven dwarfs, a prince will save her,


  A magical place for you and me, a world of Walt Disney.

                        Keith Garrett

               MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE


 I've drifted across the open sea, I wait for 
 You to find me,

 In a bottle I have been placed, a message 
 That I am alive.

 You are no longer there anymore but I let you 
 Know I exist,

 A thought of what you meant to me, a thought of 
 What I once meant.

 If my message gets to you, yet then again how 
 Can this possibly be,

 You are a memory from yesterday, I am a thought 
 That sails the sea.

 Time does not stop, It has no sympathy, it makes 
 What is what was,

 Life and all that's within it is reduced to memories, 
 Things of yesterday.

 Message in a bottle is what I am, If you find me 
 Take me for what I am,

 You are forever now, I am something that will 
 One day fade away.

                                  Keith Garrett

                LAST NIGHT I DREAMED


 Last night I dreamed I lost a child,

 The horror, sadness, all emotions seemed so real.

 As if someone had taken him away,

 Searched did I everywhere, oh! the pain.

 In my dream another gone, one disappearing,

 This was not real as I was dreaming.

 In my dream, I saw paper napkins floating downstream,

 Representing the loss, them going away.

 In my dream, I awoke, a dream within a dream,

 As if I now understood the full meaning.

 When I did awaken I felt relief,

 They did not die, they were not taken.

 It was truly understood, my children were now gone,

 There was some loss as they would not return.

 My children of whom I loved so much were reborn

 Into the adult world,

 I'll forever miss the laughter and play of the 
 Young innocent ones.
                       Keith Garrett