HE WAS A DOCTOR,

NOT GOD

He learned to heal as only a man can, he was human,

A womans husband dies, he loses faith in himself,

People he knew in a town also lose faith in a friend.

He was a doctor who did care about pain and suffering,

Angry at himself because he failed another, could not cure.

He was a doctor, not perfect in any way, not made of miracles,

He turned his back on his profession, he turned his back on himself.

He needed to figure it out, he went home, back to a simple life,

Working on his farm, away from the pain and death that ate at him.

This wasn’t who he was, down inside he was a healing man, a doctor,

What he realized, he was a doctor, not god.

Keith Garrett

HOW OLD IS OLD?

The universe has been around us for so long no one knows,

Dinosaurs lived once upon a time, where does the time go.

The earth is old but to the cosmos young as a new born child,

How old is god, is he older than old.?

Oceans never stop moving, around the world they go,

How old are the oceans, how old, how old.?

Mountains stand together so high in the sky,

They’re not as old as the sun, how old is old.

If we live to be one hundred then we are very old,

In the scheme of eternity we are a speck of dust in the wind.

How old is old, a thought to ponder as we age day by day.

Keith Garrett

DEEP FOREST

Step into reality, an exotic and spectacular place of dreams,

Realize this world of adventure and things not to often seen.

Somewhat dark with a hint of light beaming through the trees,

Sounds all around as the creatures of this land watch in the shadows.

There’s a misty haze that appears as the night shows its face,

So far away from the not so peaceful, deep forest of that which breathes.

Leaves upon the ground, walking among life that speaks not a word we hear,

With these feet we make our way from a magical getaway of existence.

This forest, a beautiful, deep, forest hiding from the outside,

Lost in it may be the heaven, the happiness, a garden of Eden.

Keith Garrett

I WAS SO YOUNG AND SO WERE YOU

A child, running and playing, you were seven in nineteen thirty nine,

A different world, another time, a boy with a father and mother,

Your family of brothers and sisters, you were so young, full of life.

Before we met you made your way throughout this big world,

In nineteen sixty nine I was seven, I was so young and so were you,

A life ahead of me was to be as I like you would run and play each day.

It’s kind of funny, you were thirty when I was just born, a young man,

I was just starting out, some day I would grow to be like you, this was to be,

I became a little older than you at fifty three, forty six years apart now for you and me.

Keith Garrett

I VISIT DIFFERENT WORLDS

There is a magic, a certain talent which takes me away,

Allows me too see things and places real or not so real.

In books there lies an escape from this reality when wanted,

Pretending you can be someone of fame or fortune in a moment.

Travel to far off places of beauty seen or can never be seen,

Dream and visit the world from where you sit, different scenes.

I visit different worlds with a pen, written words that change a picture,

It costs me not a penny to be on my way, too journey to impossible places.

Imagination between pen and book gives me many choices of wonder,

I visit different worlds from gifts of a pen, thoughts, and imagination.

Keith Garrett

TWO ROADS

There’s a right and wrong way of thinking on certain issues,

We should all know right from wrong.

Good versus evil is a way we choose to be,

Think before you act, in a instance lives are changed.

There are two roads to walk, two roads of thought,

Choose the right road and possibly an easy stroll,

The wrong road, a good chance in a cage you’ll go.

When acts of horrible violence are from the mind planned,

Reasons why matter not to those shattered families

Whom remain standing in a blood stained land.

Analyzed theories about who did it and why,

Don’t take away the tears from a mothers eyes.

Raising your children, being in their lives,

The signs of trouble are there, don’t close your eyes.

Two roads to travel in a persons thought filled mind,

It seems so simple, why do so many have to die.?

Keith Garrett

GOOD MORNING

Well! I woke up at two in the morning, oh! not again,

Layed there until dawn, tried hard not to think.

I’ve been here before, nightmare as I am awake,

Tired, so very tired as it feels like the flu.

This can mess up a day, my Saturday is gone,

Plans to get things done, I need to go back to bed.

Have you ever felt like this, staying up most of the night?

It was not my plan as when I went to bed I was very tired.

Good morning everyone, I hope you’ll have a great day,

This is not my way but I think i’ll have to go for awhile back to bed.

Keith Garrett

I THINK I’LL LET HIM KNOW

An outlaw but never really doing anything wrong,

Doing what’s right is not always an easy task,

He stands alone, a man with much anger to hold.

Forced was he to fight against those whom should be outlaws,

A man who is now on the run from many whom will follow,

For a dollar, a price on his head they will surely hunt.

When I find him I think i’ll let him know the war is over,

He can go home now, to the world he lives no more as he does live.

Keith Garrett

FEBRUARY IS FINE

Winter still lives and I’ve got you on my mind,

January is almost gone, we’ll leave it behind.

Weather is still of cold, Spring is not yet here,

I dream of you, i dream of you anytime of year.

The month may be cold, rainy, or sunny and bright,

That’s alright, February is fine, you’re on my mind.

Snow may be on the mountains, Christmas is yesterday,

The warm days will soon be here, one or two we may share.

February is fine, i have to say, February is fine.

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