DON’T CRY FOR YESTERDAY

We have our yesterday, a life growing up,

As a child, life can be the hardest lesson.

Painful memories, scars that carry into our tomorrow,

The good times with family, brothers and sisters we know.

In our past, our close by yesterday as adults,

We have grown and changed, hopefully for the good.

So as children or adults, as long as we are alive,

There will be a today, a yesterday, and a tomorrow.

We dream of the future, these thoughts we have today,

Don’t cry for yesterday, remember it, cherish that part of your life

You made through good times or bad,

Lessons that taught us, let us not today forget that which we’ve learned.

We are born, we have life, and ultimately we die,

In between are given the experience to see this world

That we truly don’t understand.

So, don’t cry for yesterday.

Keith Garrett

DOES THE SKY DREAM?

The sky is always night somewhere in our world,

Does it dream as it sleeps there where it rests.?

Awake as it does to the morning sunlight,

In another place, it goes to bed again for the night.

There are friends all around this wide open space

That watch over each other in its universe.

Does the sky dream,? always as it exists,

What would it say if to us it spoke.?

Keith Garrett

DOES IT REALLY HAPPEN?

Are they out there somewhere beyond the earth,

Do they study us as we sleep, what do you think?

What happens behind closed doors, we have an idea,

But what closed doors are worse than another?

Does it really happen? yes it does, they spy from within,

The dollar exchanges hands in every land, good and bad.

They’re taken and sold, disappear without a trace,

Money to be gained in any type of place.

Does it really happen? don’t close your eyes to the day,

I’m not trying to be of a cynical mind but something is coming our way.

Keith Garrett

DOES A NEW YEAR BEGIN

OR DOES LIFE SIMPLY CONTINUE

Sunrise, the beginning of a new day, sunset, a pause not an ending,

Life goes on, moves ahead until we reach a certain ending, not the end.

We keep track of our existence with a calendar, twelve months named,

Days of a word we call a week, seven with names that sound so strange.

There is an hourglass created to show that our time is running out,

Is it half empty or as they say with a positive note maybe half full.

Truth be told and this be fact that the glass runs down to half empty,

Time does march on moving forward, time is seen by the ageing changes.

I’m not shocked when I’m told that a fellow human being is dying,

Fore it is that we were all born holding onto our own gift of an hour glass.

We live to experience this roller coaster of a ride called life, see and dream,

Death is a mystery, why must we suffer as we grow older, at times with sickness.

Before we can see heaven it is that we must see all things good and bad,

Emotions of those created by god we must know all before he calls.

Some of us go fast, young, slow with pain, is there a best way,

Does a new year begin or does life simply continue until a new road is given.

Keith Garrett

DO YOU REMEMBER A PLACE

We had to say goodbye, leave it behind, in time so far away,

It still stands not only where we left it but always in our minds.

Do you remember a place where friends were together,

A place where we all grew up just a little.

It seemed like we were somewhat older than,

No! we were not, only teenage kids.

We gossiped and fought over silly things,

Our own groups of whom we would let in.

Do you remember a field, a hangout back then,

A parking lot of dirt, later cement.

A quad only for seniors, now funny it seems,

A football team of boys, champions in the end.

Teachers, some we would never forget,

Friends once lost, now friends again.

Vending machines, and lockers, classes to learn in,

Taken a little for granted so many sunrises ago.

Here’s to Esperanza high school, I’m glad it was back then,

Never a group of students and friends like you,

Do you remember a place with such friends.?

Keith Garrett

DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE

They are shadows of friends long since gone,

They are men and women, friendly or not, they are.

They stand there, co- workers, strangers not yet known,

Husband, wives, boyfriends or girlfriends, past and present.

A chance their’s a brother, sister missed for some time,

Ghosts from memories of a long time ago, friend or foe.

A mother or father, one for awhile missed, the other forever,

Once stood where you could see, now shadows In eternity.

Do you know these people, can you recognize their faces,

From different times and different places.

Keith Garrett

DO YOU KNOW ME?

Suddenly in just an instance you were there,

I do not know you, you are everywhere.

You appeared with a name, it does not say from where you came,

A smile of mystery, a face never before seen.

I have a name, it does not speak of who I am,

A mask is worn, that I might not be hurt.

Many thoughts and fears live within my spirit,

I’ve been everywhere if nowhere.

I hide and run to keep myself from harm,

There are faces I wear, faces of change.

Do you know me at all, more than yesterday,

I speak from the heart, there is no shame.

Keith Garrett

DO

DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE WIZARD?

Fable, folklore, or perhaps so very real somewhere in another time,

Like a mystical story from times of old England, it seems this could be.

Possibly he lived in a great castle of stone along a flowing river,

In a time of fire- breathing dragons and a sword pulled from a stone.

Do you believe in the wizard whom may have been dressed in a long black robe,

Pictures in gold color of half moons, stars, and maybe a dragon on it.

A hat of black, a wand that casts spells of magical good and evil once upon a time,

He may have had a long beard of white with a face of much wisdom and knowledge.

A magic book of spells and potions made for love and pain, do you believe in the wizard.?

Keith Garrett

DO THE CLOUDS COVER HEAVEN

On a clear night, we can see beyond the stars,

Is heaven up there so far, do we know where we are.?

Do the clouds cover heaven, is this something so true,

When we can’t see the open sky is heaven hidden from me and you.?

Do the clouds cover heaven or is it seen always from our hearts,

Heaven is where? always a clear sky when we make our journey there.

Keith Garrett

DO MY WORDS TELL YOU A STORY?

Writing my thoughts changes the way in which I speak,

Thinking about what I write, explaining the way I feel.

Emotions have many parts created from a lifetime,

A story I started writing from a time when just a small boy.

I say all kinds of things fore there’s much to say,

Words have become the power that moves me through the day.

If you listen closely there are messages from my lips,

Telling you about myself, letting you know who I am.

Do my words tell you a story or do you not read what is said.?

Keith Garrett