WOUNDS OF TIME

Innocence and pure, the newborn child,

Day by day what’s taught and learned.

With an eye that which is witnessed,

An ear, sounds of many spoken thoughts.

Physical pain, hurtful words that disable and change,

Corruption and crime, nightmares of life that torment the mind.

Like scars, lessons that make us strong,

Wounds of time sometimes alter a clean mind.

Can’t is only a word, failure learned from weakness,

Our minds and bodies see battles over time,

Learn from them, survive, unkind are wounds of time.

Keith Garrett

COMING ON IS AUGUST

The end of another month, hot Summer nights are here,

Tomorrow a new day begins, a name for another beginning.

August brings us a most hated heatwave, long days are coming,

I awake in the night to heat that grows stronger into the morning light,

Coming on is August when the sun rises to a different Summer chapter.

Darkness fades early as the brightness of a morning new is upon us all,

Sleep well tonight, everyone across the world will wake to an August once again.

What to expect when we rise to tomorrow, get up early to a quiet start,

Coming on is August, I wait for a cooler day to replace its name.

Keith Garrett

THERE ONCE LIVED A MAN

Many lifetimes ago there lived a youthful man,

He worked hard, he did all that a man can.

On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,

Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.

A simple man who worked hard on his land,

Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.

He had a wife with a pretty smile,

She was there when the day was done,

As he walked in from the setting sun.

Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,

A warm fire and some conversation till sleep set in their eyes.

Children were grown, an adventure of their own,

A mother, a father, in a home now alone.

There once was a man who loved all that he had.

Keith Garrett

DANCE HALL GIRLS

From a hard day’s work they come to town,

Out on the range, from their farms, from the saddle.

For a drink, a card game, or something to eat,

They come to let off steam, music, and dance hall girls, on this night in the heat.

In dresses with smiles, it is their job to entertain,

A drink with a cowboy, a fantasy for he.

They drink and they gamble, dance with the girls,

Hoping to spend a night not alone.

Dance hall girls in an old western town,

Men come from all over for the scent of perfume and a smile.

Keith Garrett

ANYTHING DEAR FRIEND

Just ask, If at all possible I will be there,

Do you need me now,? speak from your lips the words.

For you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,

Reach out and don’t be afraid, call out my name.

Anything dear friend, I promise this I say,

Hear me as I’ll never forget your name.

To get to you I’d walk the miles,

Sit and listen as the sun goes round and round.

Walkthrough fire to save you from pain,

Give up my blood so that you have one more day.

A part of me is something I could do,

The ultimate sacrifice if this is what I should do.

Anything dear friend, anything at all,

Let me know and I’ll make my way to you.

Keith Garrett

I’M JUST A POOR BOY

No car do I own, socks’ full of holes, day by day an hourly wage,

I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed of my own.

No credit cards’ or a bank account, my only money In an aging wallet,

A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will gladly serve.

Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I survive,

Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.

I’m just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a wish and a fear,

What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure discovered every day.

I’ll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place of fantasy,

A rich man can’t find, where a poor boy can’t buy.

I’m just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to you,

I’m just a poor boy, what’s a poor boy to do.

Keith Garrett

I’VE STOOD STRONG

I’ve stood strong, Oh! so long and watched time pass,

To see the sunrise, too see the sunset.

Above me, the clouds drift past each day,

Can’t see where they go, this Is where I stay.

In the dark of night, I stand not alone,

What keeps me company Is that which roams.

The wind passes through me on a journey across the sky,

I’m never cold nor have I died.

Many have visited and stayed where I stand,

Some are now part of this land.

I’ll still be here long after you,

I’ve stood strong, I’m different, this Is true.

By Keith Garrett

IF I HAD A SONG

What would you hear If I sang to you,

Thoughts from my heart or words so true.

Would a tune be needed to understand what’s said,

Lyrics written just for a sweetheart, one still In my head.

If I had a song I’d give It to you, a romantic serenade,

You would hear my soul singing to you, a song, a song.

If I had a song then your beauty would be told,

I know of It, you can hear me sing of It from your heart.

Would you sit and listen If I had a song,

Would phrases of wanting love warm your precious soul.

Love does not die,

My love for you lives In this heart.

Keith Garrett

IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?

When we go to bed do we go to sleep,

Are we already dreaming of the life that we believe?.

Are the things’ that we see Imaginary or real,

Is there another life that we live and feel?.

Is our reality here and now,

Are we a thought of someone else somehow?.

Could It be that we are In another one’s mind,

In some other place, In some other time?.

Maybe In a coma for a period not known,

When we wake up to a life not our own.

What does It all mean,

Is life but a dream?.

Keith Garrett

FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW

I gazed outside at a bird on a limb,

So many clouds made my light very dim.

The things I see are not so new,

From out of my window, a simple view.

I stand here watching as time goes by,

I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.

The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,

Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.

As day becomes night and the night turns to day,

Time does not stand still but from out of my window,

I see things my own way.

Keith Garrett