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 okay.

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

Fortunate if you are to see throught the darkness,

For granted do not take the gift of light, always night.

Scenes and visions from the mind are wonderful at times,

To open your eyes and nothing rests in your sight a fright.

A view worth seeing comes to the grateful eyes day or night,

The morning light with the birds beautiful in your sight.

Wherever you go a picture of color awaits, always changing,

Each day a different view, open your eyes to a view worth seeing.

Keith Garrett

My days were once of a childhood, free from worry,

That which appeared to be so devastating not quite the same.

I saw myself playing in the dirt, carefree times with you,

Beyond the streets from where we lived, an adventure gone.

Where went yesterday, it went far away from where we sit,

A thought of before comes from all that I have been and seen.

It never comes back but from within our minds, a place of our own,

A thought of before, before I was here, before tomorrow comes.

Keith Garrett

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

BEACHES AND OCEANS

To love the beach, walking along the sand so warm,

Looking ahead of me at the pier in the distance.

The feel of the wind as i’m walking along the wet, sandy shore,

The sun shining in the sky, seagulls flying in search for food.

My thoughts are of many things as i dream of lifes pleasures,

At peace i am strolling along listening, always listening.

The waves are a beautiful sight, musical tunes crashing upon the shore,

The horizon seems like forever as i stare in silence at its mystery.

Shadows from clouds darken the ocean but only a touch,

The wonders of life that live beneath the waters are seen from within.

Beaches and oceans have been forever,

There’s a great love for me as they go on together.

Keith Garrett

When I awoke to a morning not yesterday,

Young was I as my first footsteps were learned.

Walked did I into each different day,

The more I traveled, the more I changed.

I learned of words, I saw many things,

The sun I saw rise but now it’s overhead.

The leaves I saw were shaken from the trees,

As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.

Once a young boy played in the snow,

The more he walked, the less the snow would fall.

Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,

A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.

He walked very far, a life on his feet,

He’s on his way back, almost home, older than he use to be.

Keith Garrett

Thoughts, many sights from my mind, visions from the past,

Dreams about tomorrow, what may be, a poem today.

To write is a beautiful thing, whatever you want it to be,

Change the world with a stroke of a pen, fact or fantasy begins.

Share with those whom do write and dream, those who do see,

Share our stories together as we travel the world and universe.

We have the ability to take ourselves and others away to unusual places,

A poem today about the love between two, the sun and moon.

Hopes and dreams, struggles and pain of life, what keeps us strong,

A poem today that puts a smile on a face, comfort and strength for a moment.

Keith Garrett

As a child I was a dreamer, my imagination running wild,

Life was somewhat of a fairy tale, I awoke at a young age.

As my father died then much anger grew inside,

A slow process as I was shy, not really did I seem to cry.

Now a lost boy inside, kept it to myself as I played each day,

My teen years were without a father or parent who appeared invisible.

This is my view and what I believe, others may disagree but I am me,

I was never one who wanted to hurt people or animals, out of control.

I was never a bad person but did things that I would regret in many ways,

Decisions and choices would haunt to this day, some would give a change.

There are those that can not be fixed, I can mend others day by day,

A confession today, from a man who was never perfect in any way.

Keith Garrett

He was a small man but only in height,

He would lose his wife as a child was born.

Lou was his name, a man so kind,

Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.

A job was needed, treated like some kind of freak,

Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.

This is not who he was, why are people so ignorant and mean,

Confined to jail by one whom did not care, a much needed favor.

A daughter in danger, this little man with a big heart was needed,

Risk his life he would, even for those whom did look down upon,

A big heart in a man who did appear to stand taller than all.

Keith Garrett

Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,

History it is to us, read about in books of long lost times.

The days are always moving along, we do take for granted the morning,

The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading into the night.

Here where we stand may still be standing, another will be standing,

100 years from today the world that we know will have much changed.

Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of cowboys and pioneers,

Tomorrow’s people will also wonder and read about our time and place.

100 years from today we will be a part of history, others will be amazed,

Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the world appeared too be a dream.

Keith Garrett