“TRYING TO FIGURE OUT YESTERDAY”

To live In the moment, that’s what we do as we take hold of today,

The past Is no more real, a memory, pictures In an album to recall.

The things’ we’ve lost and discovered In yesterday remain with us,

Wanting Is a feeling, an emotion of this our human nature.

What do we have today that we did not have yesterday,

A little more and a little less fore to figure out, don’t know why.

A waste of time trying to understand what’s been taken from a hand,

Nothing to be gained, only loss, precious time lost In thought.

So to the future, we walk with arms’ opened wide, what’s In sight,

To yesterday a goodbye as we no longer try changing the story.

Trying to figure out yesterday when life leads us the rest of the way.

Keith Garrett

THOUGHTS OF BACK WHEN

I remember you back then, back when we were young,

Corduroy pants, a t shirt, gliding by on a skateboard, a smile.

A school dance, the who singing squeezebox, you did dance my friend,

A skateboard awaits you, you will dance for eternity, a friend is waiting.

Carey, you had a life, a childhood with friends, roaming the streets of Yorba,

The streets will remain as you have drifted and gone away, you are always.

You wandered the world through the years, life brought smiles and tears,

We were all once thirteen, not a care or worry as we dreamed of what we would be.

A wife, family, you accomplished so much in such a short earthly existence,

A boy once playing little league, a ghost that now walks the never ending streets.

I will always remember you Carey as that boy who walked in a Yorba Linda dream,

Until we meet again Carey William Thomas, may God welcome you into a beautiful, heavenly scene.

I’ll see you again my friend,

Keith Garrett

THOUGHTS OF BACK WHEN

I remember you back then, back when we were young,

Corduroy pants, a t shirt, gliding by on a skateboard, a smile.

A school dance, the who singing squeezebox, you did dance my friend,

A skateboard awaits you, you will dance for eternity, a friend is waiting.

Carey, you had a life, a childhood with friends, roaming the streets of Yorba,

The streets will remain as you have drifted and gone away, you are always.

You wandered the world through the years, life brought smiles and tears,

We were all once thirteen, not a care or worry as we dreamed of what we would be.

A wife, family, you accomplished so much in such a short earthly existence,

A boy once playing little league, a ghost that now walks the never ending streets.

I will always remember you Carey as that boy who walked in a Yorba Linda dream,

Until we meet again Carey William Thomas, may God welcome you into a beautiful, heavenly scene.

I’ll see you again my friend,

Keith Garrett

I HAVE A NAME!

I am a man whom Is strong and feeling, I am,

When my road Is traveled’ then power Is felt.

Hopes and dreams’ keep me In stride, my dreams’,

Children have I by the number of three, yes these three.

Once there was a wife, then a woman loved by me,

She enters’ my world but not often enough, better than not.

Life puts In front of this soul many beautiful things,

Stand alone do I as my search continues for her.

The sun rises which Is a wonderful gift to see,

Another day to wonder about dreams’ dreamed.

I have a name.

Keith Garrett

I HAD TO HURRY

I wish I could have seen you when I called you up today,

But I was in a hurry and I had to rush away.

I had to catch a certain train to keep a special date,

And I could offer no excuse if I arrived there late.

I wish I could have been with you if only for a while,

To hold your hand, to touch your lips, and see your sunny smile.

But there will be another time when we can be alone,

And I can tell you how I long to have you for my own.

So please be patient, dearest one and put your trust in me,

And someday I shall be your own for all eternity.

I try to add up all the joys that I have known with you,

And though I add a thousand times, the count is never true.

There is no number great enough or one that could come near,

The total of the smiles that you have given me, my dear.

My every happiness is one according to yo your smile,

And every smile has been an inch along my every mile.

Each little message from the heart, in every song and sign,

Has been a brighter dream for me, to keep my spirit high.

I could not stand to count them all, but every day and year,

I want you more than ever and I love you and thank you, dear.

Leon Russell Garrett

My father

I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT

I could feel the nervousness, the nausea in my stomach,

It was so real as I could first see my favorite singer before me.

The crowd was roaring as I found myself up there on the stage,

In my sleep, I could hear tender years, where was I at this time.?

Friends and family were there but it was so dark, no faces to be,

All were watching as now there appeared a band, I was to sing and play.

This was my big chance but I could not sing or play this guitar in my hands,

Eyes were on me, now the invisible crowd was everywhere, I was there.

The dark side, Johnny B. Goode was being sung with guitar as I watched,

Within a moment it was I who was playing that guitar and singing with another.

I had a dream last night, was it real, no but the experience was there when I awoke.

Keith Garrett

I COULD SEE TOMORROW

Stood did I in the early evening watching the sun disappear,

A nice breeze passed me by as I watched the darkening sky.

How far do I have to see for it to be tomorrow, only can be imagined,

Far ahead of me I see many things to be dreamed, I can see tomorrow.

There are hopes of mine that are thought of as I stand here watching the day go away,

I could see what I want to be but the world has its own plan, I think of its destiny.

I see the people coming together as one, making a place of love and peace, I dream,

Reality speaks in between as I fool myself that this is a possibility, not to be.

I could see countries at peace within themselves as well as with all other races,

I stand here in my yard while another day of my life fades, never shall this be.

I could see tomorrow, bombs of destruction dismantled and destroyed, maybe,?

What a dreamer I must be, the world will be gone before this is something I see,

I could see tomorrow, the way I want it to be, what a dream, a possibility.

Keith Garrett

I FOUND YOU IN THE DARK

I went to sleep last night, seemed to me that I was awake,

Clear were all things, not the same as would be a dream.

So far I did walk as seconds appeared to be a journey forever,

There were as I traveled odd and unusually mixed up scenes.

I heard your voice out there but what direction was not clear,

No control over where I am, my sleeping mind guides my way,

I was brought to you, I found you in the dark, darkness has gone.

Keith Garrett

I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD

There was a place, there was a child, was it real, why was he crying,

A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, clowns on a wall.

Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round and round they ran,

A boy named Grover, swingsets and a dream, I walk there it seems.

A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things not to be thought,

Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above his frightened head.?

I dreamed I was a child but who is it I be, a father’s son from yesterday,

A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons and sounds of planes.

Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence and magic slips away,

Where were you little girl when my October drifted into eternity?

Imagination and ice cream trucks playing musical tunes for a dime,

Warm Summer days lost in a man’s child dreaming eyes.

It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,

A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows what I have seen.

Keith Garrett

I DON’T UNDERSTAND

A matter of faith, yes! this must be as I don’t understand,

Many tales of bad things happening all over this great world.

Although there is much suffering everywhere, I never blame God,

Fore many things are the cause of man, piece by piece the world crumbles.

A story of a man I recall many years ago from a town, Yorba Linda,

He was the reverend of a church, the Moravian Church across from school.

Cared about people, loyalty to this church and his family, a loving man,

Never a bad deed, throughout life always a helping hand, I remember him.

I have been told of his days now, living with Parkinson’s Disease, he lives,

I don’t understand why a man such as this, devoted to doing good was given this.

A man of God, this is not that which he deserves, for a reason I suppose, God knows,

I don’t understand why some things should be for the wrong man, I don’t understand.

Keith Garrett