SADNESS INSIDE A CLOWN

You did not see paint on his face, he wore no funny hat,

No big red nose or big floppy feet, no funny costume, he was a man.

Not a clown as a clown might seem to be, his appearance just as you and me,

Always a smile on the outside for you and me, he made us all laugh, tears we didn’t see.

He was Robin, he had quite a life yes indeed, that which hurt his soul none of us could see.

I wish I could have known him, how fortunate his friends and family were to have loved,

He was once a boy, he ran and played just as all children do, his name would become legend,

Robin Williams the person, sadness inside a clown, why did this have to happen to you.

Keith Garrett

SEE THE DAY

Don’t go anywhere, this is your day to see a piece of the world,

A chance for you to stop for just a short time and look around.

See the day, stand and watch the sunrise as it is early morning,

Awake is the birds, nature is alive working always to survive.

A slight breeze, feel It as there is no other place for you to be,

Watch the branches dance as the shadows follow along.

See the beautiful, blue, sky, maybe a few clouds drifting on by,

See the day, watch the people moving, wandering many different ways.

Notice the beauty of plants you take each day for granted, beauty seen,

See the sun travel as time ticks away, soon the end of your rare, never forgotten day.

See the day, never to busy to see the beginning or end to your every day.

Keith Garrett

THE BULLY

He has a name, lives do he in a neighborhood, maybe yours,

You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school, he still lives.

He knows of many people and he’ll meet many more, not a friend is he,

I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my childhood reality.

More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was special as

He followed me through my younger days or waited for me to get to school.

He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully who waits every day,

Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the peaceful one.

The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways are found out,

Although he will lose his power, again he is born with another face.

I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces of ugliness,

He can no longer touch me, He knows I’m not afraid.

The bully goes too far and each day he disappears.

Keith Garrett

RUST FROM TIME

Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with what life takes away,

A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is seen through cobwebs so clear.

A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten treasures are again a thought,

Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks of ghosts, friends we knew.

Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once knew those with faces and names,

Hills, where we wandered, have disappeared with this changing world.

Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children we knew all go away,

There are those times when I can just stand there and somewhere in the wind,

When the night is quiet, there’s a fragrance in the air, that feeling of that yesterday.

Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all go our separate ways,

Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.

Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the memories in our minds

For just a little while longer.
Keith Garrett

RISE UP!

Anywhere and everywhere the enemy hides throughout the world,

They are not counted as their number is growing in silence.

They are of sick minds as they plot, attack, and steal lives from family,

Their belief that they are heaven bound for killing is a false belief, a fantasy.

Terrorism of any kind deserves a train ride to hell as it has no color,

Something has been so wrong in this world since the dawn of man.

Rise up! together we need to stand on our feet, join hands around the world,

It is a really scary thing but we are all in trouble, dangerous times are here.

A story not so pretty, the sun still shines on our every day but we must see it all,

In between the beauty and our everyday dreams remains echoes of a worlds screams.

Never can we allow ourselves to be fooled by that which we read or the big speech,

Rise up all people and question the lies that are told and don’t be easily deceived.

Keith Garrett

RIDE WITH ME

When the sun rises I’ll be waiting, ride with me,

On a beautiful black horse, I’ll be sitting.

Wake to the morning, open your sleepy eyes,

Through a bedroom window, can you see me outside.?

Let’s not waste this day as together we’ll share,

Are you ready my darling, let’s ride?

Hold on tight, ride with me across the land,

Beyond the grassy hills, through the tall trees, we ride.

Feel the wind all around, through that flowing hair,

As free as can be imagined, only you and me.

A four legged friend will guide us into the day,

Even the sun can’t catch us, we’re gone far away.

Ride with me as we run from nightfall,

Back to where you sleep, back too where again

I’ll be waiting, ride with me.
Keith Garrett

REMEMBER YESTERDAY

See the children back in the day, at play,

Worries were few and friends we thought would never go away.

As we grow older some of that magic fades,

Young at heart is the one who can remember yesterday.

The years go by and most of us change,

No idea that walking among us or passing by may be that

Childhood friend but we no longer see them.

At times they are missed, thought of in a special way,

If ever so lucky, again we may have a moment,

A day remembering with them our time of play.

Remember yesterday, in your heart, let it remain.

Keith Garrett

READ ME A STORY

You’ve come to my door, thanks for honoring my request,

Please! step inside and make yourself at home, I’m about ready.

A story Is what I want, something that will take me away to another place,

Read me a story about a great adventure that’s not a possibility.

Read me a story so that I may forget my struggles of this day,

I’ll lay my head upon this pillow so soft as you read me a story so great.

You are a woman who tells stories of far off lands and places never real,

You take away the stress that lives Inside, You save my tiring life.

Thank you always as I drift off to sleep peacefully dreaming beautiful things,

When I awake to the morning light It Is always that you are gone.

Keith Garrett

RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET

Going out In style, everyone has their moment, their time to shine,

Running and dancing, climbing hills, riding skateboards In our youth.

Not to say that one can’t live or enjoy all these things In our later lives,

No matter the exercise or the love of that which we do we will slow down.

The basketball star moves with energy and vitality along the open floor,

He passes the torch and says goodbye and moves on to a different day.

He throws the football to the cheers of the fan, for many years a star,

He sets the ball upon the ground then walks from the stadium to a hall of fame.

Swing the bat, a baseball hero plays for many seasons of Springs and Summer days,
When the cheers are no more his bat Is headed for a place called Cooper’s town U. S. A.

Nothing Is less or more important for one person than It Is for another, we all see the setting sun,

For whatever we do the day will come when we all will ride off into the sunset, we lived.

Keith Garrett

PUPPETS AND CLOWNS

Dressed up each day in what we are to wear for the man,

For work not for play, everyday survival, an outfit, our costume.

A ritual practiced, obey fore to be compensated,

With the printed paper handed to us so that we are of worth.

We’re to let them pull our strings, dance and put on a certain face,

Puppets and clowns humiliating and a sad disgrace.

We’re to have no real thoughts of our own,

Speak so that they do not hear,

Put on an act for those who are made up of power, false power.

Puppets and clowns, puppets and clowns, are we they,?

Turn it around, is the world upsidedown, we have no strings,

We dance for no one, only for fun.

Keith Garrett