IF I WASN’T ME

You would not know me, my face, my name a mystery,

The voice that becomes a stranger to you would not be known.

Pass me by without a thought, no emotion or care, a stare,

There would for you be no memory of me, no late night dream.

If I wasn’t me would you wish to see, hear, or smile at me,

Would you be in want of a kiss without pain, a touch with no scare.?

Would a second thought be a possibility if I was a different me,

If I wasn’t me would you not forget me, would I still be a something.

Keith Garrett

IF I WALKED ALONE

Sometimes we wish and find there to be another side of It,

When this world appears to be too much for me to handle

I sometimes wish that there were no people In this land.

If I walked alone at times I might think a dream come true,

No noise would be a pleasure but when would the quiet be a curse.

Walking through the streets beneath the light of the sun,

All alone such a peaceful journey until the day Is done.

Darkness will come, a place not special for me, a night alone an eternity,

If I walked alone everything would be mine to call my own.

Watch what you wish for as there are two sides to every want,

If I walked alone then alone I would be,

No value or meaning without another to see.

Keith Garrett

IF I LEAVE HERE TOMORROW

May I be not always for you to see if I should go away,

Do you think of me now or would I be remembered then.?

Today is a perfect day as the sun watches my traveled road,

My thoughts are many as the wind makes its journey around me.

What might change if tomorrow I say goodbye and disappear,

Each day will awake and each night will surely sleep, this without me.

Will you miss a poem or a smile meant only for you, a kiss once given,

If I leave here tomorrow will you seek me out, search this land.

Hand in hand would you walk along the ocean’s shoreline,

Would you take me back to where your heart rests alone.?

Would you take hold, a woman such as you and not let me go,

If I leave here tomorrow then behind my heart would rest with you.

Keith Garrett

IF I HAVE TO DIE

IT NEEDS TO MATTER

A day will come when this will be, could be a sunrise, a sunset no more,

I can not imagine being gone, leaving this world behind appears unreal.

A life is special, all life as it is to be celebrated, the mark you leave behind,

Regrets, that which never was or could not be accomplished is a thought.

Our purpose for being here as it is only a short time compared to the birth of time,

What is it that’s to be learned from our visit to a land with more mystery always.

Discoveries are made as we search and explore a world so large but appears to get smaller,

What we have learned has helped our survival just as it does damage just the same.

If I have to die it needs to matter, I pray that I will one day be heaven bound,

If I have to go away then before my journey I wish to help another live one more day.

Keith Garrett

IF I EVER GROW OLD

From where my world began throughout my travels to different lands,

The history of my life up until this point has been written and put in a box.

I’m still young, but what is young, a number attached to the years lived here,

It’s a feeling inside, energy that you put out and the wanting of life keeps you young.

If I ever grow old then I’ll have been the lucky one, given a gift of more time to dream,

My book of life will be full of pages that describe who I am and then one day was.

There will be many thoughts and memories of a man’s life, pictures of my existence,

Will I be forever remembered or perhaps thought of by those still living?

Will only the name of me, that which was given be all that rests of my life,

If I ever grow old will I be of good health and mind to sit back in a rocking chair

So that my children or Grandchildren may listen to me as I share my thoughts.

If I ever grow old then to the lord I’ll thank for this book of life full of stories told.

Keith Garrett

IF I COULD DO IT AGAIN

Never thinking about it as a child, growing as a teen not yet,

Is our path chosen, a small part but it is our choices that conquer.

Where we go or end up later in life is a decision from within us,

Hopefully, we get the chance to do what it is we love and are happy.

Oh! if I could do it again I would change many things about myself,

If I could go back in time I would wonder more about the future.

A better attitude could have changed some of my grief, only some,

I may have been in a different place emotionally and the world.

Tried much harder to keep my friends no matter where I went,

Being better to myself would not have changed who I am but saved me.

We can’t go back and do it again, a reason for this, something to learn,

If I could do it again, some things left alone, things are supposed to be as they are.

Keith Garrett

“TRYING TO FIGURE OUT YESTERDAY”

To live In the moment, that’s what we do as we take hold of today,

The past Is no more real, a memory, pictures In an album to recall.

The things’ we’ve lost and discovered In yesterday remain with us,

Wanting Is a feeling, an emotion of this our human nature.

What do we have today that we did not have yesterday,

A little more and a little less fore to figure out, don’t know why.

A waste of time trying to understand what’s been taken from a hand,

Nothing to be gained, only loss, precious time lost In thought.

So to the future, we walk with arms’ opened wide, what’s In sight,

To yesterday a goodbye as we no longer try changing the story.

Trying to figure out yesterday when life leads us the rest of the way.

Keith Garrett

THOUGHTS OF BACK WHEN

I remember you back then, back when we were young,

Corduroy pants, a t shirt, gliding by on a skateboard, a smile.

A school dance, the who singing squeezebox, you did dance my friend,

A skateboard awaits you, you will dance for eternity, a friend is waiting.

Carey, you had a life, a childhood with friends, roaming the streets of Yorba,

The streets will remain as you have drifted and gone away, you are always.

You wandered the world through the years, life brought smiles and tears,

We were all once thirteen, not a care or worry as we dreamed of what we would be.

A wife, family, you accomplished so much in such a short earthly existence,

A boy once playing little league, a ghost that now walks the never ending streets.

I will always remember you Carey as that boy who walked in a Yorba Linda dream,

Until we meet again Carey William Thomas, may God welcome you into a beautiful, heavenly scene.

I’ll see you again my friend,

Keith Garrett

THOUGHTS OF BACK WHEN

I remember you back then, back when we were young,

Corduroy pants, a t shirt, gliding by on a skateboard, a smile.

A school dance, the who singing squeezebox, you did dance my friend,

A skateboard awaits you, you will dance for eternity, a friend is waiting.

Carey, you had a life, a childhood with friends, roaming the streets of Yorba,

The streets will remain as you have drifted and gone away, you are always.

You wandered the world through the years, life brought smiles and tears,

We were all once thirteen, not a care or worry as we dreamed of what we would be.

A wife, family, you accomplished so much in such a short earthly existence,

A boy once playing little league, a ghost that now walks the never ending streets.

I will always remember you Carey as that boy who walked in a Yorba Linda dream,

Until we meet again Carey William Thomas, may God welcome you into a beautiful, heavenly scene.

I’ll see you again my friend,

Keith Garrett

I HAVE A NAME!

I am a man whom Is strong and feeling, I am,

When my road Is traveled’ then power Is felt.

Hopes and dreams’ keep me In stride, my dreams’,

Children have I by the number of three, yes these three.

Once there was a wife, then a woman loved by me,

She enters’ my world but not often enough, better than not.

Life puts In front of this soul many beautiful things,

Stand alone do I as my search continues for her.

The sun rises which Is a wonderful gift to see,

Another day to wonder about dreams’ dreamed.

I have a name.

Keith Garrett