BALLAD OF A MAN

The sun keeps going down, no ones ever around,

No one talks to me no more, I see my body on the floor,

The days and nights run into tomorrow, a little laughter and some sorrow.

Tears and crying in a world of pain, my mother went away before Spring was awake,

My dad’s been gone since I was a little boy, laughter and joy in between my sorrow.

Songs that ring inside my head remind me of things from yesterday and friends,

I started out a little boy, grew to a man who wonders where he’s going.

Brothers and sisters all over the place, I see their faces, do they have the same names,

I travel my own road of life, three children I love and an ex-wife I have never even liked,

This is a Ballad of a man who loved and cared, he did in his life all that he can.

Keith Garrett

CONVERSATION WITH A FRIEND

Where have you been,? I’ve been searching for so long,

I tried to call you on the phone but you were no longer home.

I went to the places where we use to be,

Just standing there in the wind, memory’s of a friend.

I grew up just as you did, life changed and I went away,

There were many things for me to see, living my dreams.

I meant to call but as time went by, out of sight, out of mind,

A woman came into my life, my past was left behind.

So tell me, friend, what have you been doing,?

I stayed behind, watching the world go by,

Children of three and a wife no more to be.

Worked to survive, became older did i,

A roller coaster ride, I’ve had in my time.

I’m glad we found one another, I’ll soon be coming home,

I went away but I’ll be coming back that way.

We’ll stand together one more time,

Somewhat older as you are you and I am me.

Keith Garrett

C O L O R S

There are many things through our eyes we see,

Images of life born to we.

Each day we awake pictures are framed,

In our minds, colors are named.

Blue is one like an ocean or sky,

Green is another such as grass or a dye.

Red is hot, dangerous, and bright,

Like lava or fire when close to your sight.

Yellow is soft and warm a lot like the sun,

Purple is sweet like grapes eaten for fun.

Orange is a fruit or a petal of a rose,

Maybe some candy or colors of your clothes.

Black is a storm or the dark of night,

Sight taken from you or things not so right.

White is milk or a polar bear,

A pair of dice or skin that is fair.

There are many colors made to be,

A favorite for all and one for you and me.

Keith Garrett

COLORS OF A NEW DAY

The sun peeks its face, takes a look at this new day,

Appears over the ocean, across the sky, bright, so bright.

Yellow and orange way up high, colors in the sky,

Warmth shines from it down, down below.

A shade of blue high above, white clouds are a mix,

Colors of a new day, colors of beauty in every way.

Keith Garrett

CLOUDS OF DARKNESS

From where I stand, I look out at the wide open sky,

There in the distance, a wall of darkness slowly approaching my way.

The wind is blowing, carrying clouds through the air,

Feeling trapped where I am, no place to run.

Gaining on me with a powerful force, these clouds up so high,

Staring up at them in the dark, dark, sky.

Clouds of darkness are everywhere, following over me,

What can happen? they can’t fall on me.

These clouds of darkness have everyplace to roam,

Up in the air is where they make their home.

Keith Garrett

CAN YOU SEE ME, FATHER

My thoughts of you are from over forty years past,

Once a reality and a life that was our everyday scene.

Now memories kept alive from a child to a man,

Father, you remain In my heart, I keep you alive.

I can not see you except In my dreaming, closed eyes,

If not for a picture I have to keep your face In my mind.

Can you see me father, have you watched as my life marches on,

I pray that some of the things I’ve done have made you proud.

One day I’ll see your wonderful face and speak of those days long gone,

A different life In heaven, I’m much older now, no longer a child.

Can you see me father, do you see my face, do you know a sons name.?

Keith Garrett

BROKEN GLASS

Without any shoes, I carefully walk,

Each step I take a chance to be cut.

All around me, I can’t see every piece,

One is sure to find me if cautious I’m not.

Where are my shoes, why aren’t on,?

A lot safer I’d be, less chance to be hurt.

There’s broken glass everywhere,

Watch the way you step and you’ll not be wounded.

Keith Garrett