A WOMAN I CAN CALL MY FRIEND

Thank you for lending me your ear as you’ve been so kind,

Too take Into your thoughts’ what I’m feeling Inside.

Your care and giving goes one step beyond,

Such a friend you’ve been with no way to describe.

Although you are beautiful with a smile like the sun,

The beauty within you, most special my friend.

You speak to me and help me too understand,

That In this world I’m a descent and good man.

When times get tough I know you are there,

With a hug or a look that says’ I’ll make It through.

I’m so glad you’re there, my world’s a better place,

Any time I can hear your voice or you let me see that pretty face.

Keith Garrett

A TRUE OLYMPIAN

What seems like a lifetime of preparation and hard work Is here,

Sacrifice, blood, and sweat have been understood throughout.

For years getting ready for the ultimate competition Is recognized,

Whatever the battle you’ve been preparing for Is close, are you ready.

Stand and face your opponent, hold your head high and face your fear,

Strong Is the athlete whom does finish whether win or lose, still a victory.

To make It there, be chosen to represent a country Is already a winner,

Raise your hand high In the air, wave the flag of colors and be also proud.

You are a true olympian, If you worked that hard and made It, head held high and proud.

Keith Garrett

FEEL THE WIND

With my heart, this heart I can still touch,

Your scent encircling me does not vanish.

In the wind feel you I do,

Go away you do not, the air I breathe is you.

Step out onto your patio, take in the air,

The early evening breeze flows through your hair,

Feel it on you, I am there.

Feel the wind as it comes from all that you are,

Energy so magnificent, power of your soul.

I feel the wind and imagine that it wears a face,

A smile, beautiful eyes, and a voice with words of love.

Feel the wind, I can feel the wind as it takes me away,

The wind is you, I am the wind.

Keith Garrett

A MINUTE FROM HEAVEN

I live a life that seems more than half way done,

Started at a beginning, seen more than sun to sun.

I’ve walked this land and had my share of pain,

Friends whom have come and gone, love them just the same.

A family through struggles and laughter,

Children grow up so fast, will they only remember my name.?

I had my share of good, other things I’ve paid the price,

All I ask of you dear lord is that you consider my fight.

A minute from heaven is what we have each day,

Step by step when the time has come, would you kindly show me the way.

Keith Garrett

A MAN SO KIND

He had a life, so many years ago I met a man with such a smile,

Quiet with a heart so large, always a kind word or nothing at all.

He could be rough and tough, never did he want something from you,

A strong but gentle human being was he, a beautiful friend indeed.

A man so kind, Harold, today you are surely on my mind, you were loved,

Driving down the street, working in your yard, a chance to know you was mine.

Yes sir! a life you had, your smile will be always seen if only in a dream,

It’s hard to believe but this was your time to fly, leave this place behind.

It is in another home where you now roam, you journeyed beyond what is known,

You had a great life from once a small boy until your last day with much wisdom.

A man so kind is in this world hard to find, it does not seem fair that you are not here,

I saw you yesterday, you are thought of on this day, I will see you tomorrow.

Keith Garrett

A HANDSHAKE AND YOUR WORD

Does it still exist, is it real, remember a time when,

From so long ago when you learned to trust a man.

A handshake and your word was good enough for the day,

Times changed and a lot of that got lost with a changing world.

We became less of neighbors, keeping to ourselves, doors locked,

Now it seems that a handshake comes after a signed piece of paper.

Has its meaning become less, a firm handshake back in time was the best,

And your word, what is the worth of your word as you promise away.

We trust less now just as it must be fore if we trust we may get burned,

Make sure there is a witness to a handshake and your word, be weary.

Keith Garrett

A GATHERING

They come together as one to speak out against a wrong,

What do they show the world around them, they teach nothing.

A man is dead, who is it they blame, believe with anger the law,

They do no better as their protest is of evil, used as an excuse.

A gathering of criminals looting and terrorizing to show their dislike,

Attacking and beating those of different color out of hate and anger.

Possibly it could be their frustration with their own lives comes to life,

Destroying their own town, fires burning, does this make them proud.?

Jobs and economy being ruined, in their own town they raise their fists in triumph,

Are they fools, they are of ignorance, blaming society for more than one incident.

This is no gathering of good people, they are of no help as they create the bad,

No good will come of this, only a town scarred and destroyed, never forgotten.

A GAMBLER

Spin the wheel, maybe a roll of the dice,

A bad hand at cards, so it’s said, you’ll lose your shirt.

Bet on a game, football, basketball, baseball, it’s all the same,

Your wallet is empty, credit cards are okay.

Horses are great, this time you feel lucky inside,

At the finish line, a house could be on the line.

Deal in drugs, surely a gambler you’ll be,

If it’s not the law, a dead man you might be.

A car thief is a risk, money at your feet,

End up in prison, oh! what a life you lead.

Ask of a loan shark, a favor please,

Put up your life, no friend indeed.

A gambler, a gambler, in each one of us may be,

What risks do you take for all that you need.

Keith Garrett

A FINE CIGAR AND

A SIP OF SCOTCH

As a man of business tends to many things,

Pleasure in between is a welcomed change.

Working hard for the life you wish,

A family of your own, a house if what you choose is this.

Sometimes the simple enjoyment from a fine cigar

Is all a man needs in this world of ours.

A regular guy and a sip of scotch,

Is not a sin when it comes to what’s right and wrong.

A fine cigar and a sip of scotch,

Relaxes a man thinking about what he has,

And for which he has fought.

Keith Garrett

A FEARFUL WEIGHT

Taken for granted the treasures of life,

Gifts from god bestowed upon the mortal man.

All that he dreams is for our eyes to see,

Health and happiness, love of those whom in return hope for love.

A fearful weight upon ones shoulders, pain in the mind, worries of the day,

A message that sickness may have fallen upon your lap.

So afraid that the weight of it being possible that has made it so real inside,

Material belongings are of no real value when it comes to the thought

That the end may be near, of not another breath.

Treasures of life are the health that you keep,

Happiness created by only you, to earn and cherish the love of as many

Family members and friends in a lifetime.

Gifts from god are your own choices to make,

Free to wander the earth, to witness all of its mystery and beauty.

In a moment we are given life, in a moment we leave this world,

Taken for granted things we must over and over learn,

A lesson not forgotten, a lesson well learned.

Keith Garrett