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 everyday.

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

MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

KEEPER OF THE LIGHT

Up in the air he spreads his wings,

He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.

This god of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,

Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.

So peaceful is he, away up so high,

Forever and ever this spirit will fly.

Keeper of the light, what do you see,?

Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.

Through the wind, you travel round, and round,

Watching over this star, from you there’s no sound.

I can only imagine you’re a spectacular sight,

Fly way up high, keeper of the light.

Keith Garrett

A LONER OF A MAN

He saw the sun but when the sun went down,

He wanted nothing more of that which was around.

Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains said he,

I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.

A long time ago, this man not many would know,

As for the few, he treated them with kindness, they would not forget.

A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an inherited family,

Because he did help another kind, they took from him the love in his life.

He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again only pain and despair,

A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met eternity.

Keith Garrett

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

WHEN I DREAMED I WAS OLD

I was no longer a child as sleep filled my head,

In this state of consciousness all is a possibility.

I found myself running through a field of life,

The farther I traveled the older I became each step.

As I grew a little taller it was that I lost a touch of magic,

Through the field I ran as my hair changed color and less.

My eyesight was not the same, aches and pains,

My thoughts of the world were different from once were.

My body and mind were less the same in this state,

When I dreamed I was old, was It only a dream.

Keith Garrett

DEADLY WAS THE NIGHT

Run fast! run! and try to hide from an evil night,

Fear Is an ugly sight, heroes run for their lives, they die.

Bullets rain from the sky, from a window up so high,

Screams are many, what rings out drops them to the ground.

Those whom were spared this night died forever a little inside,

By morning’s light so quiet as the dead lay still, no more alive.

On a peaceful night blood spilled plenty, no reasons or why,

Listen as music and song turn to never ending cries, death visits this night.

Faces from many places, fifty eight would meet their fate, In the wrong place,

Run for your life! a concert, a festival, how can such a thing happen, not right.

Make sense of It, If you were so lucky to survive, scars that will forever bring tears to your eyes,

Deadly was the night, by morning light spirits would fly high beyond the sky.

Keith Garrett

MR, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?

I am a human being, Dirty are usually my clothes,

Don’t judge me by the way I look, I have something to say.

I was born to this world equal to all other women and men,

The road we’re on isn’t always our road chosen but we move on.

Many days and nights experiencing life have made me who I am,

Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness have put me where I stand.

Did I try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not have a steady plan,

Inside of me there exists a heart of a human, treat me like I matter if you can.

Mr, can you spare me a dime? I’ll be forever grateful whether you believe it or not,

To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this coin can possibly do for me.

A collection from this as the embarrassment may not show helps me greatly, thank you,

Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime.?

Keith Garrett

TOM PETTY

That deep voiced, blonde headed young man, guitar In hand,

From way back when I was young, listening to a magnificent band.

Tom Petty and his heart breakers toured many a land, microphone In hand,

For forty years music and songs have been written for the world to hear,

Grammy awards well deserved, listen for a moment as the sound from him lives on.

Tom has left and gone away, on his way to a beautiful place, rockin’ all the way,

A sad occasion, a tragedy for the music world, a brother of musical poetry says goodbye.

Here’s to you Mr. Petty, a prayer for a peaceful journey to wherever heaven may be,

A guitar and mike In hand, sing loud those tunes of life, smile that music man’s smile always.

Keith Garrett

THE HUMAN SPIRIT

It can be broken, fore every one has its difference,

The body and mind take much abuse from our daily survival.

Trauma, whether it be physical or emotional leaves scars,

The human spirit can be attacked in many man made ways.

The world itself with all of its beauty does not destroy from within,

What we face from sacrifice and anything called a miracle wears on us.

I believe the human spirit can and will take much depending on the one,

Strength from the inside is most needed, a wanting to survive and be alive,

It takes its toll from when we are born, a beating of the human spirit.

Keith Garrett