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

“BEYOND THE SKY”

From my beginning, I’ve sat and watched you,

Up so high, beyond what Is blue.

I’m always here but you can’t always see,

Perhaps clouds’ cover your view of beautiful me.

If my lights’ are turned on you might see my smile,

On a dark clear night, I’ll be up for a while.

As you awake In the morning I’ll be asleep,

Another time Is when we’ll meet.

Keith Garrett

AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER

They think they’re almighty, the top is not kind,

A chain of command they preach, it is a fool who is blind.

They do not listen but they hear what you say,

See only what they want, negative all the way.

Ask for a raise, they’ll see what they can do,

Sorry not right now, you’re the first on the list.

Numbers and robots, w-2 with a name,

If for any reason you don’t like it then please go away.

There’s much for you to do, it’s your job anyway,

We did not invite you here, sorry you don’t like the pay.

More responsibility, just do what we say,

A dime a dozen, you’re replaceable anyway.

Keith Garrett

LEPRECHAUN

A small, mischievous Elf, dressed in green attire,

Belts of black, boots perhaps of the same color.

From Irish Folklore, It has been said they have been

Seen roaming the Irish countryside, these wee folk.

Members of a clan, they invaded Ireland, banished to live underground,

Standing only two to three feet tall, these devious characters,

Quick witted, intelligent, they evade capture from humans.

They live in underground caves with entrances or a hollow trunk of a fairy tree,

It is said that wishes of three have been granted to some that leave them be.

They are known for their love of Irish music and dance, Instruments played,

Tin Whistle, the fiddle, Bodhran, and the Irish harp, a look with beards and pipes.

Shoemakers they are, believed because of all the dance they do,

To catch one of the wee folk is nearly impossible as they are smart with magical powers,

Vanish into thin air they can, a pot of gold is a most possible dream.

You’ll hear an Irish Leprechaun before you’ll ever see one,

They have a fondness for drinking Irish Poitin, catch one if you can.

Happy ST. Patricks Day,

Keith Garrett

LAND ACROSS THE SEA

Make your way across the water, across the sea,

Let the flowing ocean that surrounds us take you.

On a journey under the earth night sky to a land,

On the water, it rests, hills of grassy green, a place.

See this lady they call Ireland, land across the sea,

Beautiful sounds of music from there, take a journey.

Keith Garrett

A WORLD OF PANIC

A virus, fear sets in and causes the mind, distress,

Is it all so innocent or did someone set hell upon us?

Panic is a most powerful weapon for or against us all,

See do we things in a horrifying way, the enemy is we.

The battle begins, man against man, woman against woman,

Children are the innocent, protected by the selfish teaching parents.

Rage and greed walk the streets, scared of what attacks us with invisibility,

Mankind stands not as one but one on one against each other.

Watch as they fight in the stores, angry looks with love no more,

Everyone for themselves, take as much as you can, elderly stands no chance.

Push and shove, the strong win over weak and young, entitled am I,

Remember who you are, you forgot who you are, human beings with hearts.

Keith Garett

A SAD SITUATION

A little bit different, a lonely child was she,

Her mother so out of touch, a young girl’s misery.

Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,

She did not fit in at school, something else about her.

They would tease and torment her, watch as her anger grew,

A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.

The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end,

So different was she, this child no more to be.

Keith Garrett

CELTIC SOUNDS

Irish music from a faraway land,

Mystical tunes, into my mind they are heard.

Soothing to the soul, these words listened too,

Closing my eyes, drifting into a dream state of peace.

These voices of angels singing so soft,

Echoes into your thoughts feelings of at ease.

Instruments of sound like a symphony of happiness,

Something of a heavenly miracle.

Celtic sounds from long ago,

Live on, and on like spirits in the wind.

Keith Garrett

IT HAS BEEN A YEAR, MOM

Time really does fly, mom, It has been a year,

It was a short time ago that we spoke on the phone.

Where did you go, life goes on here while you are away,

I miss you, You had a life, full of love and strife.

How can it be that you are gone, you were always mom,

How does a little girl grow old and disappear, are you near?

Is it possible that you can forget, do you know of us in your new world,

We do and always will think of and remember you, you are mom.

It has been a year, mom, all that you were has scattered to the universe,

Remember me as I will surely never forget you, you were my mom.

Keith Garrett

SILENCE

In the dark of night, listening to your thoughts,

A peaceful breeze traveling through standing trees.

Thunder from the sky echoes around the silence of a sleeping child,

Peace and quiet are observed in a dream surrounded by the world’s noise.

Silence may live within a sorrowful man, a silent cry from one without words,

Communication lacking in a relationship of two, quiet nights are true.

A drive down an empty, country road, music that soothes a painful soul,

Silence is never old, it may be a blessing or a curse for those alone.

Keith Garrett