BEST FRIENDS


  Do you remember them, those left behind 
  As a child,

  You ran under the sun, played until the day 
  Was done.

 Games played, on a long ago Summer day, 
  Old friends here today,

  There are times when great friends become 
  Strangers, lost in the background.

  Again, as our journey moves on, a stranger we 
  Meet may turn into that best friend,

  For just a moment in your life, a best friend 
  Passes by, another is best friend forever.

  What are best friends, there is a connection, 
  Something that brings us together,

  Just as any relationship, it may grow or crumble 
  With time, give and take, to learn.

  To be best friends with anyone in this life, is a 
  Precious and valuable gift, take hold,

  Best friends I had, once upon a time, in a town 
  Surrounded by hills and trees.

  It was a reality for me, at a time when I really 
  Needed it, today they are everywhere,

  Some are closer than I did believe, others now 
  A part of the breeze, maybe the sea,

  Best friends from here and there, now and then, 
  Maybe, again and again.

                     Keith Garrett

                   AS LONG AS WE'RE TOGETHER


  Once in a while, I travel back in time, to a 
  Place I walked,

  Through my time of youth, where I played and 
  Ran wild.

  I knew of her as a child, back in the days of 
  Mischief,

  Young, and full of energy were we, never seemed 
  To be tired.

  The heat from the Summer sun, wasn't so harsh 
  At that age,

  Growing up in a town of many friends, and memories
  So great.

  We lived for the moment, as many moments would 
  Pass by, Into the future,

  How is it that the grandparents we once had, we 
  Have now become.

  We changed, and went our separate ways, finding 
  Our way in this strange world,

  Becoming parents, having children, and grandchildren, 
  As the cycle goes on.

  Full circle, as today we find ourselves in the same place, 
  After a lifetime apart,

  As long as we're together nothing else matters, time 
  Comes when we need to

  Just think of ourselves, and let all others live, and move 
  Along into their future.

  As long as we're together, everything will forever be better.

               Keith Garrett

                     BEFORE AND AFTER


  There was a time when I was not here,


  No thoughts, no name or Identity were mine.


I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me to know,


  Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?


  A time will come when I am no longer here, will I 
  have thoughts,


  A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body 
  Or mind.


  Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be somewhere else,



  Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before my 
  First sound?

                                Keith Garrett

                    A PAGE MISSING


  A life I find not finished, yet quite incomplete,



  There's a page missing, something not found,



  Writing about my time,  a piece not described.



  Talks with children unsettled, much more be said,



  Differences between a father, and daughter are unsaid.



  A shock to my head, an accident did take fro me,



  A page missing, what for me is still unwritten.

                              Keith Garrett

                                    I BECOME REAL


  I am fantasy, I come to life in dreams in the night,


  I am not real, a made up story created from a pen.

 
  A cartoon, monster, fables, or nursery rhymes,


  I become real, with the Imagination from a mind.


  Superheroes and Frankenstein do not walk the streets,


  Magic spells, wizards, and wooden boys, are not 
  Really seen.

  I become real, when the world is a scary place to see,


  All things that are Impossible are me when you believe,


  I become real, when what you pretend does never end.


                      Keith Garrett

                         FLIGHT OF A DRAGON


  With speed like the wind, to the sky it soars,


   So massive this beast, listen to the sound as it roars.


 Legend or myth, this monster of fire,


  Just the sight of it is hard not to admire.


  Of long ago, these stories are told,


   FLIGHT OF A DRAGON, in a time of old.


  Where did they come from, these creatures so wild,


  Born down below, or in the mind of a child.


  Sometimes in your thoughts, look up in the air,


   Flight of a dragon, maybe still there.


                       Keith Garrett  

       ELLEN DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE


  I think of how she liked to run through the 
  Field of flowers,

  A smile so bright, as if not a care in her world, 
  Memories.

  We swam in the lake, laughing, under the hot 
  Summer sun,

  Walking to school on cool, Fall mornings, playing 
  Along the way.

  She went away, such a sad day, as my friend 
  Went far away,

  I still see her running through that field, with her 
  Smile so bright.

  If I listen on quiet nights, I hear her splashing in 
  the water, her laugh,

  I walk to school in the morning, wondering if she is 
  By my side, or near,

  I get tears, because Ellen doesn't live here anymore.

                       Keith Garrett

                     FAVORS IN THREES


  How is it possible to change the world,


  Can one man get it started, where to begin.


  Do a favor of unselfishness, and ask that in 
  Return

  This person do three favors,


  Two more favors of you, must be accomplished 
  To start.

  It is that, someone first did a kindness for you,


  They then asked of you, to do these three things.


  Favors of three, may be quite a sacrifice indeed,


  A price this may be, that you pay in many a way.


  A person, just one to take a chance is possible,


  If each that have been given this gift, does in return


  Pass it on, then it will never stop.


  The world would be as one family, In other words,


                      A PERFECT WORLD.

                            Keith Garrett   

                   TO SIT IN THE SAND


  By myself, with the wind in my face,


  Watching out, towards the horizon, I 
  Sit in the sand.

  Above, only sky that has no ending to
  My eyes,

  Birds that fly, drift silently on by.


  The waves are a sight, crashing on 
  The beach,

  Who would be the man who sat here once, 
  and dared to dream.

  To sit in the sand, warm, to the touch of my feet,

  Thoughts fill my wandering mind, what things 
  Do all of this teach?

  To sit in the sand, peaceful is where I am,

  Memories of times, all that I did in life, felt from 
  Inside.
        Keith Garrett

                             " OLD MAN"
  Who he was did not matter to me, as each 
  Day I passed his way,                         
 On a porch swing or rocking chair, he would 
  Read or listen to the world.
  I gave hi,m a smile, In which he replied with a 
  Smirk from his face,                          
 "Who are you who sits In the morning sun thinking 
  Thoughts never done"
  "I am a man, but once a child running from sunrise 
  Till dusk, I am a man"                           
  "I've seen the years, and have done many things In 
   My time, Once full of energy"                         
  "Old man" On your porch, Is sitting there all that 
   You do, Tell me your story"                         
   "Are you waiting to die, as each day you grow 
  Weary from nothing at all"
  "You are much younger than I, as there was a day 
   When I too, looked like you"                          
  "What makes you think that I did not dream, that 
  I did not succeed"
  "Who keeps a man company as he rests alone 
  Every day, Who loves you"                         
 "As once there lived for me a love so true, she 
  Went away, Who are you"
  "I am an old man, and for me there was a love 
    Of beauty so fine"                            
   "Today I am loved by those whom will pass me by, 
   Listen and smile"
  "Do you fear that life has not much more time 
   For you, old friend"                         
 "Will you grow tired of quiet nights, with thoughts 
  That never end"
  "Tomorrow, sunrise brings with It a new beginning, 
   Possibilities"                            
  "When I grow tired then sleep visits me, dreams 
  Fill this old man"
  "I am young but not so wise, as I did not understand, 
   Passing by,                          
  "The day will come when I too, will be somewhat 
   Like you"
  "You called me old friend, as just moments ago 
   I was a stranger"                           
 "I did not matter to you, wisdom will grow, but 
  Learn from it"
  "As I pass this way, I will see you In a different way, 
   Fore you do matter"                             
  'You're not just an old man, you have spirit and soul, 
  Old man, mt friend"
                                     Keith Garrett