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

IF I COULD MAKE IT ALRIGHT

 

 

My eyes i would give you and be blind so you could see,

So that you could hear the sounds of the world, deaf i would be.

I would give up my voice that you may sing out your song,

Hold onto your hand when the pain of life becomes too strong.

If i could make it alright, any sickness for you would be my fight,

If i could make it alright, my sleep i would lose so you may rest through the night.

My heart is mine just as your heart belongs to you,

If i could make it alright then know that my heart i would give to you.

The ultimate gift would be to give so that another could live,

If your heart did cease to beat then my life i would give to you.

Keith Garrett

 

GOLDEN HAIRED LITTLE GIRL

 

She was born In nineteen twenty eight, a star she would soon be,

This golden haired little girl with a pout that could melt anyone’s heart.

She would sing and dance shaking her golden curls all about,

A beautiful little child, a star growing up back In the thirties.

Their has never been a child star like her and never will be again,

Her smile would light up any room, she lived In a time of depression.

World war two was closing In but her movies could take away the struggles

Of everyones pain from those days, you could go away If only for a moment.

What a life for a girl named Shirley, so young when the whole world knew her,

In a time of great entertainers, a changing world, Shirley Temple was around.

She grew up to be a woman but the little girl would go on to live forever,

Her movies will never go away so she will live In our hearts always.

Here’s to you golden haired little girl, In heaven you’ll be again that little girl.

Keith Garrett

FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW

I gazed outside at a bird on a limb,

So many clouds made my light very dim.

The things I see are not so new,

From out of my window, a simple view.

I stand here watching as time goes by,

I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.

The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,

Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.

As day becomes night and the night turns too day,

Time does not stand still but from out of my window

I see things things my own way.

Keith Garrett

I AM THE WIND

 

 

Many things there are that possess strength and power,

I am the wind, I can travel further than most natural things.

Things of the earth, I am everywhere and always somewhere,

I can not be seen therefore you can not look at me, I am the wind.

I can find ways to break through and move around, I create sound,

Everyone knows of me, all things are touched by what I am.

There Is much proof of my existence as I can be gentle and quiet,

I can also destroy, be of much destruction and terror to a world.

I am the wind!, I find you, I too can not see you but I have the advantage,

I am of much more power as I do not ever get tired, I am the wind.

A name I have been given to show of my difference, You know me, I am the wind.

Keith Garrett

VIEW FROM A CLIFF

 

 

Alone, high above the wandering ocean is where I spend my day,

Wind can not be seen but it makes a sound, feel It all around.

Thinking Is a constant thing that I do, Free under a clear sky I can breathe,

The sun shines high In the sky, somewhere beyond, heaven watches down.

For miles and endless miles from so up high I can see forever the ocean wide,

There are birds and seagulls soaring across the sky, I stand here wondering about life.

Where I am Is oh! so high but what Is high, to reach above and touch the stars,

Waves crashing against the rocks with a powerful force, such an awesome sound.

Above the world It seems as this view from a cliff Is a most amazing sight,

With the dark of night approaching, I say goodbye to a beautiful place.

Keith Garrett

I TURNED NINETY FOUR

 

Do you recall being thirteen, So long ago for me, Like a dream,

Playing with friends, girls and boys whom I haven’t seen for years.

Where are they, I wonder If my old school mates are alive, once a child,

Growing up as a teen full of energy, malt shops, drive-In movies, and T.V.

A few friends still In touch with Is a most special gift of all, I recall,

Vietnam came along, A sad song, some boys I once knew are now gone.

Times have changed, music, cars, dancing, and those long lost childhood ways,

I was once thirteen with dreams of growing up and having a wonderful family.

These things of wonder are now all gone, once my future now the past,

I was at a time very young playing In the sun, Sitting here now I am old,

I turned ninety four, memories of a life playing In the sun with friends now gone.

Keith Garrett

WHAT’S OUT THERE?

 

Take a look up in the air, beyond the clouds, high above the blue,

If you can’t see that far then put to use your great Imagination.

What’s out there where we have never been, never seen or dreamed,

The moon stands out in the sky, the sun taken for granted as we assume it will be there.

With the naked eye Venus and Mars are seen every clear, beautiful night,

Every so often the night shows us a shooting star traveling across the universe.

There are many mysterious and unknown things not yet discovered through the cosmos,

Comets we can’ not put a number to or even imagine how far away they soar in the darkness.

Why is it that the sun lights up our days with warmth but gives no light to a spectacular sight,

We can only breathe the air up so high, beyond that tell me why the air of life is nowhere to be found.

Billions of stars appear to rest right before our searching eyes in the night, touch we can not,

How far if we traveled would these things be seen, would we live so long to even dream.

What’s out there? in how many directions may we go to find all the answers to be known,

Will the universe continue forever, will we learn all as we travel one day to heaven.

Keith Garrett

 

 

 

THE WOLF IS ALWAYS AT THE DOOR

 

Knock! knock! who can that be at my door, not in the sense that you’ll hear,

The day may start out great and for all you know a day so wonderful.

You stroll peacefully out the door on perhaps a nice sunny day,

To the mailbox you arrive, surprise, surprise, what might be inside.

People are everywhere trying hard for a better life but they are watching,

Whom is out there keeping tabs on you, eyes watching from beyond the sky,

Satellites roaming day and night, do they keep watch over evil or our everynight.

Helicopter’s circle in the dark, through your windows do they take notice of all you do,?

So you think your phone you own, they listen to your words, know where you go.

The computer is great but watch what it is you write or say, they know how to read,

Criminals of great intelligence are among us, they quietly roam the world seeking

They’ll take your identity or maybe your life, scams of plenty that will ruin your day,

The wolf is always at the door, a face that changes more and more, day by day.

The man is out there, eyes and ears are hidden from your view, be very aware and careful.

Keith Garrett

IN THE LIGHT

 

Fully having faith Is to believe that you know no matter what happens,

Too find out that you are dying and may suffer through It all or go quickly

That there Is a better place, you will not ever again be In pain or sad.

You will not lay In a dark box alone with no breath afraid forever,

When you die what happens If you choose to stay, not want to go away.?

In the light, Is that where we are suppose to go, how will we know,?

What’s there In the light, Is It a path to the creator of all life.?

In the light will we see a spectacular sight, will their be family waiting,

In the light things are not known until It be our time to go.

When It’s time, with faith you’ll walk In the light without fright.

Keith Garrett