I would say from the beginning the wrong decisions were made,

Starting with what was said not to be, a mistake from Adam and Eve.

When man broke his promise nothing ever could be the same,

Punished might we be, certainly if you in your heart do believe.

Almost as if a curse has been put upon the world, he is watching,

When man broke his promise he did punish himself in many a way,

He did not at one time listen, today continues on that same path of destruction.

When man broke his promise the world did change, never to be what might be.
Keith Garrett

Listen to it on a stormy night, screams with an angry fright,

Does it cry out after as disaster strikes, invisible tears.

Can you hear the laughter from it blowing on a Spring day,

Is in it sadness as always must it go away, does the wind feel.

Emotions from the wind, a thought and fantasy from within,

We must dream and believe that possibilities are ours to be.

Keith Garrett

What colors do you see, the brown trunks and green leaves of trees,

Dirt so brown, different shades upon the ground, do you see.?

Above your head, does the sky appear blue, colors of another to you,

Do you see the park, green grass with trees, what colors do you see.?

The blazing yellow sun, the moon that rests in the night sky, a hint of orange,

Colors are everywhere, tell me, what is it your eyes would see,

What colors do you see, from your mind, a lady who is forever blind.

Keith Garrett

I’ve always thought at the time of being a child that the date

Of this, February 9 was only mine, a day of fun and celebration.

This date and time has always been special to me as i am alive,

Each year as i do awake on this day nine, it is that life is mine.

Fifty three i will surely be, i remember five, thirteen, and sixteen,

Eighteen, twenty one, thirty seemed scary as a little older i would be.

As a child, a teen, and adult, February nine would be a day for me,

Given by god was the ninth day of this month to join the human race.

Never knowing how many of these i will be blessed with is a thought,

February 9 nineteen sixty two, a baby and what seems like a long dream.

Keith Garrett

Your voice was heard from yesterday,

Echoeing my friend, memories of a time and play.

Where did you go, lost from my life,

After thirty years, i heard you one night.

We walked the streets side by side, you and i,

Boys of mischief with dreams in our eyes.

From me to you, a best friend listened to again,

Once upon a Summer, barefoot in the wind.

From yesterday i could hear the voice of a friend,

Many miles into life, i hear once again.

We can’t get back those days gone by,

The gift of a chance for a friend and i.

Remember two boys from a long time ago,

They walked the streets, today they still dream.

Keith Garrett

We live here in a world made up of human beings and nature,

There was a time when animals did have much more control.

Man took over and decided to rule the land and world,

Out there among us are those with to much power, everywhere.

Many a man who does think he lives above the laws created,

Really now, who can think that one person is more important that another.?

We have given titles that represent the worth of a man and woman,

Name tags on shirts, doors that let us know with signs who is who.

Chain of command is a phrase that i could never stand, the upperhand,

Stand and face the master, all will be of equal in the eternal land.

Keith Garrett

Saying thanks to all of you whom do take the time to read my writing,

About two years ago, maybe a little longer i was hurt on the job.

Here’s where my life changes as i worked for six months waiting,

With tears in my right knee each day i walked back and forth to work.

Through all the games, lies, and a boss who was and still is a pathetic man,

I worked from morning till done, the same heavy load as if not ever hurt.

Finally surgery was approved and done, today not the same as i once was,

I speak of my panic disorder as it takes from me, a boss who so cowardly.

The harrassment that made this panic much worse as today a lawsuit still here,

After eighteen years to resign so as to gain a 401k, money runs out with fear.

Where i sit today with panic and pain is not the end of my world, i write to you,

Forced to retain an attorney as my job was threatened with lies and not a care.

Although i have done nothing wrong i am punished as a criminal, job is gone,

I only wanted help and what i got was stabbed in the back, blood flows unseen.

More surgery needed but i wait a waiting game as i am the one who does suffer,

A company, Armstrong Garden Center’s not so wonderful are they,

A man, let’s just call him one for now, a name Mike Wigler, angers me more.

I’m at the mercy of many things at this point, I worry and sleep not so much,

I don’t surrender, i workout each day in pain, work in the yard, still dream.

I’ve lost a lot, learned too not trust a bit more but i will survive.

Keith Garrett

A part of this world, i have a soul and spirit,

I am a man with a heart, i try to understand.

At times i do listen, not as often as i should,

The struggles within me keep me from the best i can.

Hard headed but strong, i work with my hands,

Children i gave much of myself too,

Possibly the day will come when they understand.

I am a writer of words and thoughts,

I let the music fill my head.

Sometimes anger and hate invade my not so perfect land,

Many miles of walking clear my aching head.

Mistakes I’ve made in many a way,

I am a man, trying as hard as i can.

Decisions and choices from long ago,

Make me who i am, who i am sometimes i don’t know.

I pray that the judgement of others is not that which will come from god,

I am a man, hope you will understand.

Keith Garrett

A husband now gone, a lifetime spent together,

She has a life, not young anymore but a human being.

Everything has changed for this nice lady of an older age,

Taken from her home where comfort was her daily friend.

Cast aside in such ways, disregarded as a person due to aging,

Sad as the family she raised now takes away her Independence.

From once a baby now treated once again as a child, I watch this,

They wait for her to go, out of greed they seem not to care,

She sits by a back door, it seems her life is left in a chair.

Keith Garrett

Nineteen sixty two is when my life began,

Born in the Winter in a snowy Eastern land.

Amesbury, Massachusetts so far from where i am,

The past comes to visit me, memories of a man.

A mother, a father, one still lives on,

Father of a child went away while i was young.

I think of a home, a place in the snow,

Icicles hanging from the roof, a snowman standing tall.

Batman, on a small bike i did ride,

Snow covered branches, lightening in the sky.

Building blocks of many shapes and colors,

A monsters head rests on my dresser, Herman was his name.

Names i remember, where are they now,

A best friend by th e name of Proventure, Donnie it was you.

Bonnie was his sister, Hamilton’s I recall,

Two brothers, Johnny and Jimmy, a sister i now know.

A hill by the name of poe or pole, a dream in the snow,

Grapes on the vines, tree branches below,

My hometown of Amesbury, so long ago.

Keith Garrett