I was in the yard on this warm, sunny day, the phone rang,

The other end a friend from over forty years in the past.

We met when we were ten, basketball many times back then,

The last time were face to face it was nineteen eighty somewhere.

He was searching for a street, a job in my town, thought he would call,

We spoke while he drove, after his job was through, a mile up the road.

After all these years only a walk away, said he would call, a visit this way,

Things never stay the same, the world does change, friends forever drift.

Thirty five years ago and just a mile up the road were only a dream,

I couldn’t believe he did not show, not a call on the phone, a mile up the road,

Things are never the same, why do people become this way,

Should I feel a gift in the call or why did he at all?

Keith Garrett

I have missed you as now you are grown,

No longer a little boy, a picture in my mind.

Where did you go, I once held your hand,

Walked you to school, played in the park.

You seem so far away from yesterday,

Not in distance as we spent part of a day.

So good to laugh and hear a sons voice,

In you rests a piece of another time and place.

I miss you from once a child, it’s been awhile,

For granted we take time, time has passed by.

“My son” I keep you always in my heart and thoughts,

I must worry just a bit, be safe each day, love from dad.

Keith Garrett

We are each and everyone human, being forgotten,

I have a name but I am much more than this I know.

Not so personal is our world anymore, strangers we are,

I am more than a name, a number, or identification.

A person that has no face or personality to the system,

I am here to let you know that I am real and alive.

I am more than a name, feelings come from within,

Tears are not imaginary, love and hope are daily thoughts.

There is more worth to me than those behind their doors know,

I am more than a name, so much more to say.

Keith Garrett

Remember the Flintstones, they lived in Bedrock,

The Jetsons were from the future, they were up high.

Scooby-Doo looked for food, mumbled words, always scared,

Popeye the sailor man sought strength from his Spinach.

Felix the cat and his magic bag of tricks,

Milton the monster blew smoke from his head.

Johnny Quest out there in space,

They called him space ghost, a boy, a girl, and a monkey.

The fantastic four all had their special power,

Captain America fought for all that was good,

Gigantor the robot, speed racer in his magic car.

The Amazing three and Superman of course,

Magilla Gorilla, Bugs Bunny, or the Road runner.

Yosemite Sam with guns in hand, Elmer Fudd after the rabbit,

They come from fantasy, imaginations of dreaming minds.

All live together forever, many more of their kind,

In cartoon land, it’s there where you’ll find.

Keith Garrett

It hurts when you realize they do not care,

Discarded as nothing, no longer there.

Grateful when my eyes open to a brand new day,

Although the world is scary, will today be okay.

Why do we fight, build bombs, and divide ourselves,

In the end there can be no winner, time will tell.

We love, we lose, a new season will begin, life goes on,

Work ourselves to death, work more than we live.

If so fortunate that we find that one true friend in life,

They come and they go, phony, filled with so many lies.

Life is worth living, every breath precious, at times I fear,

We mix the good and bad, we must persevere.

Keith Garrett

You are there, somewhere in my life, you are not seen,

I know that you are afraid, there is no worry in me.

You’re out there somewhere hiding in the dark night,

Tell me who you are as you sleep quietly in the woods.

My phone rings, I know it’s you on the other side, you hide,

I should be afraid but something scares you, this is true.

Tell me who you are and maybe a little less lonely you are,

Something I can feel that tells me you are very real.

You do not stalk me as you are the one who is sought out,

You seek a friend as you run and hide from something,

Tell me who you are before you have no one at all.

Keith Garrett

Keith Garrett

You will not see me because I am not there,

Even if you search for me everywhere.

I have no touch so do not try to feel me,

I can’not be found, i’m nowhere around.

Do not try to speak with me, there’s no one to hear,

I have not a face, waste no time with a stare.

I am not there, I am not anywhere,

I am not around, therefore I can’ not be found.

Keith Garrett

I see the trees standing in the sky,

The cars go by as I watch from high.

Walking people going here and there,

Sometimes I wonder if they’re happy or in pain.

Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,

Without a name, to me they are not there.

The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,

The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.

From inside I watch through the window,

The balcony is there, quietly I don’t really care what is out there.

Keith Garrett

Remember those moments long ago when we stood in the snow,

I was quite young, you my mother were there, young with dark hair.

You took care of us all, Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,

A thought of spaghettio’s on a stormy, snowy night, by your side.

We traveled far in distance just as we have in time,

We took walks together, you were there when I had fear and cried.

In between so many great memories, sadness and perhaps hard times,

You were always there, as children we did not really understand.

Not one of us is perfect, we surely stumble and fall, can not do it all,

You had your moments of doubt and pain, laughter and joy in your days.

Each day is a blessing if god again lets us open our tired, ageing eyes,

On your birthday, every one, from a loving son, may you always see the rising sun.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!

LOVE KEITH

They can not defend so why do you fight,

Let them rest in peace, go on with your life.

Stab with a sword, keep swinging that hammer,

Curse them with words, hold onto your anger.

We all have our story, some pages not so perfect,

Opinions are many, do not judge till you peek in the mirror.

The past is now gone, let the page be forever turned,

Forgive while you still can, the living and the dead.

There are mistakes made, regrets in our lives,

It’s not wise to fight with the dead, what about the ones that you’ve made cry?

We think of the good in the ones that we lose,

Why hold onto their sins, it’s not what god would choose.

Keith Garrett