HER SOUL,

                  A THOUSAND YEARS OLD.


 Her face, a look that says she comes from a  
 Different Place,

 A smile that lights up within a darkness, so 
 Young but Old.

 She sings out with an operatic sound, mesmerizing 
 To the ear,

 Into a state of wonder that will take you away,  
 Watch her eyes.

 Appears does she as a little girl, maybe from a 
 Long ago world,

 Sings as if she has lived lifetimes, her voice 
 Echoes with years.

 It is that her soul could be that of a thousand 
 Years old.
                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                      
                 JUDGMENT HAS A FACE


 From behind a door, walking down a street, who are 
 They?

 They wander around, they look without a friendly sound.


 With paper and pen, not a friend as they may smile 
 But pretend,

 Watched you are as you walk, speak, examined over 
 A way you dress.

 Judge me with your thoughts but what is there to see 
 In you?

 I am judged by those who I never again see, strangers, 
 Some family.

 Judgment has a face, not the same as it changes from 
 Day to place,

 We are judged with the rotation of our world, travels 
 With the wind.

                       Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
                 KEYS TO THE KINGDOM


 For whatever it's worth you came out on top,


 Power in the hands of the right and wrong is scary.


 You are human but who are you really behind those 
 Eyes,

 Through the years, from any shore, leaders are seen 
 With fear and war.

 Behind guarded doors of a house, Palaces and castles 
 On foreign soil,

 Keys to the Kingdom are held by those with or 
 Without morals.

 There are battles fought to hold onto or gain 
 Possession of many keys,

 Keys to secret places, vaults, and of course, keys 
 To the end of the world.

 Some keys should be destroyed, taken from them who 
 Misuse Keys to the kingdom.
                                      Keith Garrett

            IN THE COURSE OF A LIFETIME


 Born we are, each of us with a purpose unless 
 Altered,

 Nothing stops what we do depending on anything in 
 Our way.

 We see so much with these eyes of mystery given 
 From the master,

 What about those without sight, is there a gift 
 That comes from here.

 Nothing taken for granted when you never saw what 
 You are missing,

 You now see with your heart and mind, this is what 
 Challenges your time,

 We travel a thousand roads trying to choose the best 
 Way to go, We don't know.

 Decisions of intelligence, luck along the way, a 
 Prayer of hope, And we may be okay,

 In the course of a lifetime, we pass each other by,    
 Shake hands, Laugh, And say goodbye.

                         Keith Garrett

                                                                                                   
                    I LISTENED TODAY


  My day had changed, some people appeared to me,


 As I was thinking of my losses and more to 
 lose again.

 Things become much brighter when you learn  of a 
 Worse pain,

 From a country, Guatemala is from where once they 
 Came.

 Our paths had crossed for a reason I do believe, 
 Meant to be,

 I gave them many things that were of help and 
 And worth far away.

 A man told me of life as a child in a place much 
 Different than here,

 A tortilla on the ground, brown and some green, 
 A fight for this meal.

 He spoke of trimming away the bad and eating 
 What was left,

 Of cheese that was molding after some days, clean 
 Away the worms, Okay.

 If we would throw upon the ground our food not wanted, 
 Pick up they would do,

 His story of a father who died from sickness and hunger 
 so that they could eat.

 All the clothing I gave to them would be to those over 
 There like gold or money,

 Shoes for their feet, today such a great feeling, 
 my plans had changed.

 He said to me, " If you think you're full and had 
 Enough to eat,  Save half

 For tomorrow, fore nothing matters more than the 
 Hunger inside,

 I listened today to a man who was once a child
 In a sorrowful place.
                         Keith Garrett

                       I REMEMBER,
                      KEITH GARRETT

 So many sunrises, so many sunsets ago, I remember,


 A place not forgotten, seemed like magical moments.


 A town lost in time but never in this man's mind,


 A friend with a name that's been spoken from 
 Inside.

 Where did you go when the sunset young man,


 Forever have you disappeared from me, where are you.


 I remember when we walked the streets of Yorba,


 We were free as two boys could be, Summer's of 
 Yesterday.

 Treasured are for me those wonderful days 
 In the sun,

 Skateboards and less troubled times for boys 
 That could run.

 A moment never drifts by that I don't recall my friend 
 Known by me,

 Marty was your name, pictures of you remain locked
 Inside.

 Something not finished, regrets and memories of
 Less painful days,

 I know of your loss fore i have lost too, take a walk 
 Back in time, dear friend.

 I live each day in a place that knows my name, home 
 Is far away,

 A wish to stand before you and say thank you for 
 A day in the sun with a friend.

 I remember, my friend from Yorba Linda.
                                                                                                   Keith Garrett  

                   GLOVES ON HIS HANDS


 He trains on his own, a hard an painful, lonely, 
 Road,

 Up with the sun, a day that's never done.


 A boxing man, at times beaten and battered,


 Win or lose, he'll give it all that he can.


 Blood is his sacrifice, swollen knuckles and hands,


 Stands and faces the enemy, twelve rounds if he can.


 Knocked to the canvas, back on his feet is this man,


 Eyes that are half closed, strength of a warrior.


 This chosen life, a courageous man with gloves 
 On his hands,

 A champion, a winner no matter the outcome.


                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
                   GLORY OF HEAVEN


 Lord, thank you for this life, the gift you 
 Have given,


 I picture you on your beautiful throne, watching 
 What has been.


 There Is much beauty created throughout this 
 Mysterious world,


 You are God, creator of everything and all that  
 We dream, See me, Lord.


 I think of you as I hope for life to continue on as 
 I am not finished yet,


 Thankful to have seen this land which you have 
 Dreamed In only days.


 Such a masterpiece with time limited as the glory of 
 Heaven forever to be,


 Landscapes of perfection never ending, hills of green 
 Grass blowing in the wind,


 Blue skies and nature live for eternity, The glory of 
 Heaven Exists not only in our minds.
                             Keith Garrett

                     FLIGHT OF A DRAGON


 With speed like the wind, to the sky it soars,


 So massive this beast, listen to the sound as it 
 Roars.

 Legend or myth, this monster of fire,


 Just the sight of it is hard not to admire.


 Of long ago these stories are told,


 FLIGHT OF A DRAGON, in a time of old.


 Where did they come from,? these creatures so wild,


 Born down below or in the mind of a child.


 Sometimes in your thoughts, look up in the air,


 Flight of a dragon, maybe still there.


                    Keith Garrett  

                                                                                          
               BORN, DIE, FORGOTTEN


 It is an amazing thing to be born, a gift of life,


 Mind and heart together tell a life's tale.


 Created we are by another two we learn to love,


 We grow to be men and women, childhood a memory.


 As we age, sickness, injury, maybe an accident 
 Will take us,

 Guaranteed, something will end our time in this 
 crazy place.
 

 What bothers me is that eventually we will be 
 Forgotten,

 There will at some moment be no one who thinks of 
 or remembers me.

                  Keith Garrett