"A MOMENT IN TIME"
A speck of dust, a trickle of water,
Soon would blow with the wind and dry Into
Nothing.
Our time Is now, fore we are a whisper wanting
To be heard,
A short period for laughter, remembered for
What we leave.
For so long has time existed, the world, the
Universe so large,
We are but a fragment, a particle of all that
Was created.
A moment In time, was this gift we were given
From God above,
A moment to see and love, all there Is to
Understand from this.
Where we go from here we shall not know, but
Hold no fear,
Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one,
We disappear.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
A MOMENT IN THE SUN
A MOMENT IN THE SUN
Has it always been mine, since the beginning of
My time,
I was born to run, i was born to chase the wind,
So I run.
I've walked along the shore, my feet wet in the sand,
Holding hands, by myself I stand alone, a man.
There's been at times much fun, I am not done,
Friends and loved ones, vanished as the hourglass runs.
When will it come, I ask! this moment, my moment
In the sun,
It was yesterday, appeared again today, did I not see,
Tomorrow will I wonder when it is to be, as it lives all
Around me.
I had dreams of a girl once upon a time, she came to
Visit me,
She came to say hi, for just a moment in time, a moment
Gone by.
I've had a moment in the sun, a moment to run, to chase
The wind,
I've had a love who went away with the passing day,
She flies.
My journey takes me to a place, but who follows behind,
On another day will catch me, slow down to that which
May be.
Keith Garrett
A MISSION FROM GOD
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,
Roams 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 DRIFTING MAN
A DRIFTING MAN
On a road of travel, without any end,
Rests his weary body, wherever he can.
Sleeps in the night, hidden from sight,
Days' of length, the next stop is any place.
From town to town, he wanders with hope,
Worry fills his head, about that next meal.
Find a job and stay in one place, a short while,
Friends and smiles, disappear with the miles.
A drifting man, sees much of the land,
Meets many faces, lonely where he stands.
A price he pays, to live in such a way,
There's a gift in seeing the world,
What's taken away, is the peace of settling in
One place.
He chooses a path, he's a wandering man,
Today he's here, gone again.
Keith Garrett
TOBY
"TOBY"
He was my friend, he would always know when I
Was near,
My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he
Would sound out.
Walking Into his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine,
He almost smiled,
Through the window his eyes would find me, waited he
Did for me to see.
An excitement for this beautiful friend, when I showed
Up to visit,
The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood,
I loved him.
Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball, or
Just sitting,
I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember
Anything at all,
To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.
Keith Garrett
A GAMBLER
A GAMBLER
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 O.K.
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
A FINE CIGAR AND A SIP OF SCOTCH
A FINE CIGAR AND
A SIP OF SCOTCH
As a man of business, tends to many things,
Pleasure in between, is a welcomed change.
Working hard for the life you wish,
A family of your own, a house if what you
Choose is this.
Sometimes the simple enjoyment from a fine
Cigar,
Is all a man needs in this world of ours.
A regular guy and a sip of scotch,
Is not a sin when it comes to what's right and wrong.
A fine cigar and a sip of scotch,
Relaxes a man, thinking about what he has And for
Which he has fought.
Keith Garrett
A DAY IN THE GARDENS’
A DAY IN THE GARDENS'
On a cool, beautiful, sunny day,
Just a few clouds' passing, In this colorful place.
Through paths' of grass, walked as we did,
My girl and I, admired blooming roses of fragrance
That we passed.
Many colors' of flowers' and shrubs',
Caught our eyes as we strolled In the breeze and sun.
Trees of beauty, swayed In the wind,
And splashing fountains,' sang Into our ears'.
A small waterfal,l spilling Into a pond,
As we walked across a small bridge, hand In hand.
In the trees, birds' were singing to the world,
As we passed a lovely small cottage, once In a dream.
Heard did we, a small train In the distance,
As we looked In wonder, at all living things' In our day.
Keith Garrett
A LONER OF A MAN
A LONER OF A MAN
He saw the sun, but when the sun went down,
He wanted nothing more of that which was around.
Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains
Said he,
I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.
A long time ago, this man not many would know,
As for the few, he treated them with kindness, they
Would not forget.
A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an
Inherited family,
Because he did help another kind, they took from
Him the love in his life.
He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again,
only pain and despair,
A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met
Eternity
Keith Garrett
A BEGGER, A THIEF
A BEGGER, A THIEF
He wanders the streets, a taste for food, a thirst
For drink,
Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm place to sleep.
Asking for that which comforts his pain,
Pride and self respect are put aside.
A human being, a man with a story,
A begger today without any glory.
Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse,
Criminal thought's, a good man not.
Working for nothing, he does not care,
He steals anything, he has no heart.
A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts,
A begger, a thief, so many differences of course.
Keith Garrett