7 MINUTES

We all have 7 minutes before something we must do,

The same time before work is done and time to go home.

7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the circumstances,

7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,

7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.

Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,

7 minutes late just may save your life, right on time, goodbye.

In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world has changed,

Snooze for an extra 7 minutes, it may do you a world of good,

7 minutes, a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love and dream.

Keith Garrett

TIME IN HEAVEN

Would there be a clock, sunrise to sunset,

Light by day, darkness through the night.

A calender, seven days in a week, do you think,

Four seasons are no more, how is time observed?

Does a day ever end, time in heaven, a mystery to be,

Birthday’s are of yesterday, age you will never again,

Time in heaven, one day we all will understand.

Keith Garrett

WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS

It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,

All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.

A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,

With the sun we plan our existence minute by minute.

Everything is measured from the creation of time,

When the clock stops we drift into a consciousness of another kind.

Keith Garrett

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

ORPHANAGE

Lost inside within a place full of lives,

How many care that they are there?

Not a pretty sight by day or by night,

A smile fades as not a family rescues you this day.

The halls hold eyes that have wishes deep inside,

Bring us home, we need a father and mother of our own.

An orphanage is not a home, nor a place we should roam,

Take us from here, we pray that you may love us and hear.

Keith Garrett

GRANDCHILD

A dream, a mystery, for me has not been seen,

A child just born to this world, I have learned.

A descendent, a great grandchild to my Father, mother,

A young child so new, I heard you’re a little boy, I heard.

Not your name can I say, I don’t know you, no name given to me,

A grandchild, not for me to see, a daughter so bitter, sorry.

I say to you Grandchild, I am Grandfather with a name,

One day you will understand, anger and a grudge will haunt your land.

Keith Garrett

WONDER

What things may be of wonder, beyond the universe,

God created heaven and earth, I wonder, who is God?

I at times wonder why the world is covered in water,

We can not drink it, our Earth has a water shortage.

Do you wonder why man and nature exist together,

I wonder why man destroys everything and nature.

To wonder is to dream, to have thoughts, Imagine,

I wonder if this world will survive long enough to keep wondering?

Keith Garrett

A MYSTERY

Something not discovered, a story that grows,

That which can not be figured out, a mystery.

Who did it, or how did it happen is a question,

Responsibility for a disappearance or crime.

Aliens are around us constantly, keep searching,

A mystery it is about Jack the Ripper, who was Jack?

Things exaggerated from the human mind, folklore,

A mystery grows with time, a mystery created with time.

Keith Garrett

A PAGE MISSING

A life I find not finished yet quite incomplete,

There’s a page missing, something not found,

Writing about my time, a piece not described.

Talks with children unsettled, much more be said,

Differences between a father and daughter are unsaid.

A shock to my head, an accident did take from me,

A page missing, what for me is still unwritten.

Keith Garrett

EACH DAY, A GIFT

Awake In the morning to the rising sun,

To bed at night like a promise that It’s forever.

All things’ that we do or see or expect each day,

Are a temporary experience In this world to be.

Imagine one day no more will we exist,

Life down here will continue, by some, we shall be missed.

Our spirits’ will move on to some other plane,

Take comfort knowing that we’ll be joined by loved’ ones

On another new day.

Each day, a gift handed down to us from above,

Never knowing how many till we awake no more.

Keith Garrett