CHILDREN WERE WE

Echoes In time, treasured sounds dreamed In my mind,

From a lifetime ago In a place from the past, a town.

Walking In the streets, a simple time remembered,

Shadows, ghosts of friends’ thought of once In awhile.

Warm Summer’s with not a care In the world for us,

Young were we as If today might be yesterday.

With the wind, the years are swept away Into today,

The voice of a woman, a girl brought from a distant day.

Children were we just a moment ago, only a moment ago,

From a man to a woman again I might know, Images of children,

Thoughts of a place sometimes traveled In my mind alone.

For you,

Keith Garrett

A CHANGING MAN

Sit down my darling, sit back and relax, just listen,

I’m here to tell you a story about the life of a man.

Like an outlaw roaming the countryside day to day,

Mistakes not realized as he rides blindly Into loneliness.

Selfish and angry, as this anger stole the beauty and hope

Of what the world had to offer, nothing seen through his eyes.

Riding each day Into every sunset, never watching It go down,

Wasting time, running from a chance for happiness, this man.

Into his life one day, a woman of such beauty, In his eyes he did see,

Still taking for granted all there could be, holding on to mistrust.

She went away, she went far away, she saw the sunset, not he,

A changing man lives today, he rides and rides with his head held high.

Mistakes understood, selfishness gone away, anger turned to laughter,

He can see the beauty of this world through his now opened eyes.

Wasting no time as he does not run, he watches the sun go down,

Someday with her again to see the sunrise, to watch the sun go down.

A changing man can see, a changing man Is he.

Keith Garrett

THE BALLAD OF A MAN

The sun keeps going down, no ones ever around,

No one talks to me no more, I see my body on the floor,

The days and nights run into tomorrow, a little laughter and some sorrow.

Tears and crying in a world of pain, my mother went away before Spring was awake,

My dad’s been gone since I was a little boy, laughter and joy in between my sorrow.

Songs that ring inside my head remind me of things from yesterday and friends,

I started out a little boy, grew to a man who wonders where he’s going.

Brothers and sisters all over the place, I see their faces, do they have the same names,

I travel my own road of life, three children I love and an ex-wife I have never even liked,

This is a Ballad of a man who loved and cared, he did in his life all that he can.

Keith Garrett

A WHISPER

A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,

Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.

The sun rises, day breaks slowly,

Light replaces the dark, the morning whisper’s.

The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,

Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.

A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,

Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.

A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,

A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.

Keith Garrett

“THE MEANING OF LIFE

AND

THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME”

Does God have a plan, what Is his plan, could this be his experiment,
From our first breath until our last breath there Is life In between.

The mystery of why we are here Is perhaps overthought, what Is this life,
We walk and dream In this short existence known to us as forever.

The meaning of life appears very simple and not so confusing dear one,
Sit back and listen as I give my heart felt thoughts of where we are and why.

Watch the trees, see them dance against the unseen but softly felt breeze,
Do you believe what has been put before you and me, understand the gift.

Love and laughter, pain and sorrow, must be a feeling for all to know,
All that lives Is born to die, from the beginning of time we age and say goodbye.

See the mountain and walk Its’ path, step by step, time will pass Into tomorrow,
The sky travels, It Is the clouds that guide the way, see all things that are dreamed.

The ocean will be, after on this Earth you and I are but a memory, hear the ocean,
Put your feet Into the sandy beach, feel the sand, walk along the timeless shore.

Touch another’s heart with the love and care that Is possessed by you, reach out,
Let go of the tears of many years with a forgiving smile that lasts a lifetime.

If we see the sunrise, will we see the sunset again the same day,
Are we blind, do we take for granted the beauty of our world.

When It rains do we cry about that which falls down upon us, do we wonder why,
Listen for the sound, take In the drops of life that take us way on down the road.

The meaning of life and the world according to me Is from Inside all that this man
May see,
God has laid these truly wondrous things before us, to see, to dream all that can
Be.

Keith Garrett

“THE DESERT HAS EYES”

Across the land, voyaging Into the hotness of the powerful sun,

I tread slowly so that I do not perish on my quest to finish, to weather the storm.

Many things’ of Interest as I make my way through this obstacle,

Of rocks’ and plants’ born to this world of natural wonder.

By myself I’ve traveled for what appears’ to be a lifetime,

While the suns’ now sinking Into the night as a cool breeze awakes.

There’s a fear being a prisoner to the Intense darkness, the loneliness,

Am I alone with what Inhabits’ these surroundings’, they’re watching.

There are many eyes fixed on me,friend or foe, how shall I know,

Some keep their distance, not wanting to attack, others’ are stalking,

Seeking to steal or cause great pain.

I’ve seen the living proof, I’ll make It to where I’m going.

Keith Garrett

A MISSION FROM GOD

Sent down from heaven, an angel in disguise,

When once he was alive, a man with a name.

A mission from God, an assignment of much worth,

To help the common man, a chance for mankind.

In some ways a lonely path, this spirit on a mission,

A faith so real as he attempts to guide the mortal being.

This angel that once walked an earthly path walks again,

Roam a land where possibly once taken for granted.

A mission from God to help man better understand,

Don’t take for granted while you still have a chance.

Keith Garrett

A DAY WITHOUT SYMPATHY
I awoke in the morning, I fell out of bed,

A bad headache but no aspirin for my head.

I went for a cup of coffee but only an empty jar,

Maybe some toast but the butter was at the store.

I went to get the paper in a puddle of mud,

The dog chewed up my shoes, what am I to do.

Got dressed and headed for the car, off to work I’ll go,

The car wasn’t there, stolen wouldn’t you know.

Went to call the police, locked myself out of the house,

Headed for the bus stop, watched the bus drive on by.

I flagged down a cab, please get me to work,

No wallet in my pocket, I gave him my watch.

I walked through the door, fearing I was so late,

This is your day off, you don’t work today.

No way home so I put out my thumb,

No one would stop, I walked all the way.

I had not a key, Oh! what a day,

I broke the window, the door was open all the way.

My T.V. was gone, the phone did not work,

Nothing to eat, time for some sleep.

I went to my room, the bed was gone,

A day without sympathy, on the floor I did lay.

Keith Garrett

SOUNDS IN THE HOUSE

I remember you and me, we were children, a family of plenty,

Summer fun, swimming with our friends in the hot, endless sun.

Listen to your memories and thoughts, a day in your life, Yorba Linda,

There were sounds in the house, years of growing up, voices of change.

I can hear the seventies in my head, watch carefully, life of yesterday,

They echo, the voices from brothers and sisters, frozen in time.

There was a time when we were really there, a mother and father did speak,

What happened to their words, the sounds of their voices are so far away.

Sounds in the house were not always of peace and happiness, they were real,

Resentment towards one who did not want to listen, I did hear you.

I heard quiet sounds, sounds of love and pain, sounds that never go away,

Sounds of Yorba Linda that traveled through open windows of a long-ago house.

To a house at 19941 Fernglen Drive. 1972-1977

Keith Garrett

A SEARCH FOR ANSWERS

Since the beginning of time much curiosity of what’s before us,

Thoughts and questions had man on journeys of discovery.

About the oceans, such mysteries far down below, always questions,

Voyages to find out why and what this all means, neverending search.

The mountains, the sky that circles our huge planet that is so small,

Why in the span of time we get only a moment to understand our existence.

A search for answers has been a quest of man since the first breath given,

Never will it cease to be a search for answers to these questions we seek.

Keith Garrett