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

I remember you my friend, It’s been quite awhile,

You gave a grin but did not smile, there were many miles.

Running through the park, you did have a mind of your own,

Chasing the wind, free to bark at the birds, you would run.

Beige and white, a hound dog that would sleep by the bed at night,

Never have you been forgotten, when you went away it was hard,

Your pain was now gone, chasing birds in the wind would be forever.

Today I think of you as your name came suddenly to my mind,

” Cherokee” you were known all around, I remember your sound.

Keith Garrett

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, too 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, too 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

The devils eyes have a face that lies,

It smiles at you with promises so false.

Giving you gifts of sinful things,

Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.

It taunts you into believing that bad is good,

Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.

Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,

Don’t stare in the eyes of what does not cry.

Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,

Give not of yourself, in an instance he’ll own your soul.

A face that lies has many by his side,

They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly stroll to the sky.

Keith Garrett