There have been times in my life when i have stumbled, fallen,

I have always picked myself up and endured what has happened.

I have wandered in the dark many times in my life, not in the physical sense,

At times lost and alone was i as a child growing up, a sense of fear filled me.

Being shy, not very big as there were bullies of the world lurking in the shadows,

Wandering in the dark as i could not see the possibilities or answers all around me.

To be strong mentally, to acchieve by pushing on, overcome obstacles never so great,

When you can understand that you need not fear another man as he like you is of flesh and blood,

Stand strong just as once a man of flesh and blood stood for what he believed, possibly some fear.

To wander in the dark comes in many forms, to find the light, see it, takes a little wisdom, strength,

And a belief in yourself that you are as important, special, and faith will guide you by the hand.

Keith Garrett

So many different places show you a lifetime of remembered and forgotten faces,

With every passing year it is with sadness that a family member or old friends may disappear.

Lucky are we for having those we care about and love in our lives for whatever time there is,

I have had friends from the beginning of my time, to recall them all is without possibility.

They drift from my mind but yet they may be somewhere older and still quite alive,

Wherever they are alive and possibly forgotten or carefully kept close inside, i’ve been blessed.

Some are fortunate in this life to have a friend or two whom have been with them a lifetime,

There are those friends thought of and missed very much and never seen again as we move on.

With every passing year the cycle of life continues as even a new born baby ages with each day,

The future appears constantly without fail, everyone goes away but always comes another day.

With every passing year memories drift further away into places that don’t remember whom we are,

Children play in parks where we as friends did play, did we leave a trace, we went away.

They run on school playgrounds where even teachers aren’t the same, did we leave our names,

Time marches on, something of us will always remain but who out there will ever see.

Keith Garrett

WHAT HAPPENED TO YESTERDAY?

We were children, we would wake to the morning not wanting to rise,

Climb from our beds to the sound of parents yelling out, get ready for school!

Starting out young walking off to school, messing around along the way,

A few lessons to be learned, recess was always the sound forever heard.

When the day was done we walked home together as friends of youth,

Problems were few but to all of us it was the end of our world.

We didn’t always as kids appreciate those things that we were given,

Now we are older than they were with children of our own grown.

What happened to yesterday when Basketball after school with a friend

Was a time that we thought for us could never end, memories of them.

Weekends and Summers swimming, sometimes just doing nothing,

There’s a reason we can’t go back, a world to be discovered, there is a

Gift we are given to hold those thoughts as videos, pictures in our mind.

What happened to yesterday when we as children of innocence went away,

Today we are still us, kids of past days, older now in many different ways.

I heard that a child, a friend from yesterday has gone away, in heaven he’ll stay.

Keith Garrett
For you George Morgan

ALL ALONE TONIGHT

I pulled up in the driveway, there weren’t any lights on,

Stepped out from the car as the dog was barking loud.

I caught a glimpse of a full moon rising high in the night,

Took my keys from my pocket, unlocked and opened the door.

Flipped on the light before into my house i did step,

Is anyone home, no answer would i get.

To the back door i went to let the noisy dog in,

Wagging his tail and licking my chin.

I turned on the t.v. and put on a favorite show,

Made myself a strong drink, there’s nobody home.

A bag of chips and a sandwich, no wife or sign of any kids,

It’s been such a long day, maybe they all ran away.

Up the stairs i went to make sure this wasn’t a joke,

The rooms were empty, no consideration not even a note.

I fed the dog, i put out the trash, no respect for the things i give,

Should i be concerned that they’re nowhere to be found,

If they don’t care how i feel then my drink and i will relax on the couch.

All alone tonight, not a family in sight, a dog is faithful at my side,

Peaceful and quiet, another drink and i’m feeling alright, not a bad night.

I suppose i should now worry with no word as it’s getting kind of late,

One more drink and perhaps i’ll call the police, maybe just go to sleep,

The phone just rang, they went to the movies, what a family as they had no care for me.

Keith Garrett

Fable, folklore, or perhaps so very real somewhere in another time,

Like a mystical story from times of old England it seems this could be.

Possibly he lived in a great castle of stone along a flowing river,

In a time of fire breathing dragons and a sword pulled from a stone.

Do you believe in the wizard whom may have been dressed in a long black robe,

Pictures in gold color of half moons, stars, and maybe a dragon on it.

A hat of black, a wand that casts spells of magical good and evil once upon a time,

He may have had a long beard of white with a face of much wisdom and knowledge.

A magic book of spells and potions made for love and pain, do you believe in the wizard.?

Keith Garrett

Everywhere i would be and the places i would see,

High and low, fast and slow, across the fields we go.

Through the trees, the wind and me, blowing leaves,

I need not hang on, it just carry’s me away as i feel free.

To travel with the wind i am light with not a worry,

I am guided within this incredible force of nature.

I am shown exciting and beautiful scenes as beyond a dream,

Above the ocean so high, touching the wide open sky.

Travel with the wind through the green grassed hills,

In the forest dodging the trees, it is the wind and me.

If i had the chance then i would travel to the past to see,

Travel with the wind through time, see what use to be,

To the future where the wind will surely be waiting for me.

Keith Garrett

From the middle sixties the doors were made,

Four long haired boys from Venice would show the way they could play.

The voice of this band with a moaning pain to his sound,

Was a genius as he sang the poetry that came from within.

A noise that groans from the instrument that he played,

The groups guitarist, still here today.

Great on the Organ, he played with a wail,

Back from a time when music was wild,

Ray Manzarek in heaven, back together with Jim.

Steady on the drums with a beat that goes on,

Their drummer was he, not yet has he gone.

Roaring out his songs with the magic of their music,

Dance on fire, break on through is what this man would say to you.

He sang his poetry with an unknown rage,

Intense and highly emotional is the impression he made.

A place once visited by this poet some use to know,

Many years from here, the whisky- a- Go-Go.

I won’t be around forever he would say,

Jim left the planet on a warm Summer day.

Jim Morrison, Robby Krieger, Ray Manzarek, John Densmore.

By Keith Garrett

Around the perimeter he keeps his watch,

Making sure things are in order and protected from loss.

He travels and moves across the terrain,

Keeping an eye on his company’s valued cargo.

A right hand man whom reports to those above,

Loyal and dependable, through the years he serves.

He’ll walk, he’ll talk to you and listen,

Keep moving your feet or you’ll be missing.

A smile on his face, not an unreasonable man,

To the point he will get, in his mind a vision.

Twenty four seven, he’s a company man,

Have to admire fore he takes his stand.

Keith Garrett

Without any shoes i carefully walk,

Each step i take a chance to be cut.

All around me, i can’t see every piece,

One is sure to find me if cautious i’m not.

Where are my shoes, why aren’t on,?

A lot safer i’d be, less chance to be hurt.

There’s broken glass everywhere,

Watch the way you step and you’ll not be wounded.

Keith Garrett

Their antics were so ridiculous and funny,

Back in the thirties these men of slapstick so silly and funny.

Always into trouble just trying to get by,

Schemes and ideas were the thoughts they would try.

In haunted houses or western towns,

These foolish three could always be found.

A different job, another place,

A look so silly on each of their faces.

Moe was the leader or boss who seemed so mean,

Yelling and slapping, or a poke in the eyes that sure

Must have hurt at least to normal men it would be.

Curly with his many sounds and movements,

Messing everything up like a child, by Moe was punished.

Now then their was Larry, quiet was he,

The middle man of the stooges three.

There comedy was great, routines smoothe as can be,

Moe, Larry, and Curly, they use to be, the stooges three.

Keith Garrett