BLUE JEANS


 Antique in time,  from the seventies, a pair 
 So fine,


 I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another 
 Day.


 A touch faded were they,  comfortable in a certain 
 Way,


 Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,



 A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?



 Blue jeans I took from a shelf,  dusty, aged from time, 



 They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.

                                         Keith Garrett

                      A GAMBLER


 Spin the wheel, maybe a roll of the dice,


 A bad hand at cards, so it's said, you'll lose 
 Your shirt.

 Bet on a game, football, basketball, baseball, 
 It's all the same,

 Your wallet is empty, credit cards are O.K.


 Horses are great, this time you feel lucky inside,


 At the finish line, a house could be on the line.


 Deal in drugs, surely a gambler you'll be,


 If it's not the law, a dead man you might be.


 A car thief is a risk, money at your feet,


 End up in prison, oh! what a life you lead.


 Ask of a loan shark, a favor please,


 Put up your life, no friend indeed.


 A gambler, a gambler, in each one of us may be,


  What risks do you take for all that you need.

           Keith Garrett 

                      A  
                LONER OF A MAN


 He saw the sun but when the sun went down,


 He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


 Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains said 
 He,

 I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


 A long time ago, this man not many would know,


 As for the few, he treated them with kindness, 
 They would not forget.

 A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, 
 An inherited family,

 Because he did help another kind, they took from him 
 The love in his life.

 He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again 
 Only pain and despair,

 A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
 Eternity.
                          Keith Garrett

                FEBRUARY TWENTY SECOND,

                  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM


  February twenty second, a day so long ago, nineteen 
  Thirty nine,


 A little girl born to the world, Hello there! Barbara  
 Jean Cordischi.


 What a year!  The Yankees won the world series, 
 Gone with the wind,


 The Wizard of Oz was something special, so were you, 
 Mom.

 World war two was coming, life was just starting for you.



 In the forties you ran and played, chased butterflies
 In the sun,


 The fifties, you grew to a teen, rock n' roll and Elvis
 Were in.


 For you the sixties were of marriage and children,
 A touch older.


 So many changes in the seventies, a different place, 
 You were Mom.


 The years went by, decades watched us grow, that 
 Little girl was chasing you,


 You had a life and now life has said goodbye, the 
 Days are without your face.


 We remember you always, Mom, we love and miss 
 You every day.

               Happy birthday, Mom,
               Keith

                        A 
                HORSE CALLED STORM


 Jet black, tall and strong, he stands in the 
 Morning light,

 Out in the grassland roams this free spirit.


 Never ridden, not a man calls him theirs,


 Answers to not a soul does this horse left alone.


 His name is storm, dark as the night,


 Moves like lightning, sounds like thunder.


 Fierce and at times mean is this beast,


 Untamed by man, natural and free.


 He is friends with each day, land where he runs,


 A horse called storm standing in the sun.

             Keith Garrett

                 A FEARFUL WEIGHT



 Taken for granted the treasures of life,

 Gifts from god bestowed upon the mortal man.

 All that he dreams is for our eyes to  see,

 Health and happiness, love of those who in 
 Return hope for love.
 A fearful weight upon ones shoulders, pain in  
 The mind, Worries of the day,
 A message that sickness may have fallen upon your 
 Lap.
 So afraid that the weight of it being possible that
 Has made it so real inside,
 Material belongings are of no real value when it 
 comes to the thought
 That the end may be near, of not another breath.

 Treasures of life are the health that you keep,

 Happiness created by only you, to earn and cherish 
 the love as of many
 Family members and friends in a lifetime.

 Gifts from God are your own choices to make,

 Free to wander the earth, to witness all of its 
 Mystery and beauty.
 In a moment we are given life, in a moment we 
 Leave this world,
 Taken for granted things we must over and over learn,

 A lesson not forgotten, a lesson well learned.

              Keith Garrett

                         A 
                   FACE THAT LIES


 The devils eyes have a face that lies,


 It smiles at you with promises so false.


 Giving you gifts of sinful things,


 Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and 
 Evil.

 It taunts you into believing that bad is good,


 Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.


 Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,


 Don't stare in the eyes of what does not cry.


 Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,


 Give not of yourself, in an instance he'll own your 
 Soul.

 A face that lies has many by his side,


 They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no 
 Heavenly stroll to the sky.

                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                
                 BE NOT HERE



                                                                                      
 Disappear, go away and leave me alone,


 I don't need you anymore, you bring nothing.


 My energy is being drained, a piece taken away,


 You're out there but I need you not here.


 Be not here whomever you are, stay away,


 I've seen you in too many places around this world.


 You've done much harm to me fore you are them,


 You don't have a place in my life, a disease you be.


 Not to be trusted, worn by you are many faces,


 Many faces you are, which might be the right one,


 Be not here and I won't have to wonder who you are.


                Keith Garrett

                  A DRIFTING MAN


 On a road of travel without any end,


 Rests his weary body wherever he can.


 Sleeps in the night hidden from sight,


 Days' of length, the next stop is any place.


 From town to town he wanders with hope,


 Worry fills his head about that next meal.


 Find a job and stay in one place a short while,


 Friends and smiles disappear with the miles.


 A drifting man sees much of the land,


 Meets many faces, lonely where he stands.


 A price he pays to live in such a way,


 There's a gift in seeing the world,


 What's taken away is the peace of settling 
 In one place.

  He chooses a path, he's a wandering man,


  Today he's here, gone again.


                                                                                                            Keith Garrett

                                                                                                             
                   BE A FRIEND



 I only ask that you listen when I speak,


 In return I will give you both ears kindly.


 Be there when I am in pain and need a shoulder,


 I'll be there to catch you if in time you do fall.


 Please do not stab me in the back, no talking 
 About me,

 For you I will speak directly to you, also if
 I'm angry.

 Understand that there is in me no perfect piece 
 You'll see,

 I know you are a person with human flaws, that's 
 Quite okay,

 Be a friend to me and a friendship we will share, 
 I do care.

                          Keith Garrett