I'M JUST A POOR BOY
No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day,
An hourly wage,
I lay there In bed, worrying about tomorrow, a bed
Of my own.
No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money,
In an aging wallet,
A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will
Gladly serve.
Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I
survive,
Blesses of many, In a world of sorrow and strife.
I'm just a poor boy, with a smile and a tear, a wish
And a fear,
What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure, discovered
Every day.
I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place of
Fantasy,
A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.
I'm just a poor boy, with so much to give, I give to you,
I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.
Keith Garrett
HEAVEN IS WHERE?
HEAVEN IS WHERE
We live our lives, from day to day,
Wondering what could be, when we have
To go away.
Searching for the meaning, of this thing
We call life,
Maybe we should enjoy our time here,
Instead of wondering why.
Families have lived, since the beginning of
Time,
Where have they gone, I think In my mind.
Another dimension, not for us to understand,
A garden of Eden, perhaps In a far off land.
No suffering of pain or sorrow, could this be,
Another plane of reality.
Heaven Is where, I do not know,
Far, far away, I dream this Is so.
Keith Garrett
FOREVER
"FOREVER"
Above, from the wide open sky, the sun shines
Ever so bright,
Will It warm our world always, or one day say a
Farewell?
What If the wind that we can not see goes away,
Will It again blow across the hills and make the
Trees sway.
The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the sky,
Watching, always watching but for how long will It rise.
The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that drift
On by,
Will the drops take from the Earth, the thirst so as not
to die.
See the animals run through the woods and across
The plains,
Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.
We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our heart's,
Search for the happiness that makes It all worth living.
There are things that may be never, things never lost,
Nothing lasts forever, fore forever we are not.
Keith Garrett
A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE
A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE
He lived a life of dreams, the world was a strange place,
A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.
A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,
A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they
Would swing.
A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this thinking
Man,
He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle soul.
Time would take him full circle, back to where he started,
He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on a swing.
A child of his own, married did he this love from childhood,
He had everything to share, sickness would take his love away,
A simple mind, a heart so pure, would bury his wife under that
Oaktree of before.
Keith Garrett
A WORLD OF SICKNESS
Keith Garrett A WORLD OF SICKNESS
As the world grows older we see that with it, the
World grows crowded,
So many people cover the lands, stretching far and
Wide, the world does not grow.
This is a beautiful place that has been given to us all,
But together we are losing,
Survival may be harder than it was hundreds of years ago
As we can not sleep wherever.
We can't just wake from sleep and shoot our breakfast,
The creek is not always there,
To camp beneath any given tree is now frowned upon, as
Our society changes towards the rich.
Desperation and anger are greater than ever before, this
We hear each day from words spoken,
Protests over many issues that do not change, only the
Mistrust for those high above grow.
Deceived daily are we, sometimes by the people we may know,
But scarier, those whom control,
Lies, broken promises, pay-offs from hand to hand, between
Powerful people and government man.
The fight to own, but in the end they'll take from you your home,
We are violated as they spy, fear grows,
A world of sickness lives as we struggle to keep our health and
Sanity, neverending traffic brings hell.
A world of sickness forever grows, because the more humans form,
The bigger the tumor becomes strong.
ACROSS THE DESERT, I TRAVEL
ACROSS THE DESERT, I TRAVEL
My challenge this day, a trek across the always
Dangerous, desert,
Pack my things, just myself and a backpack, complete
With all I need.
Dressed In jeans, hiking boots, long sleeved shirt, and hat,
I am ready,
Early morning as the rising sun stares down upon me,
Time to move.
Such a feeling, to seem alone In the world, step by step
Through the quiet
Morning while nature does Its own thing, I am watched
As I walk,
Across the desert I travel, with a breeze swirling around
What surrounds.
The heat of the day has not yet arrived, as I continue my
Quest through the desert land,
So much beautiful and unusual plant life, animals seen
From a distance.
The sun Is moving, day Is disappearing with shadows,
Forming upon the land,
I'll soon make camp with the animals of the night, a fire
So bright, warm with light.
When the morning comes, then I will continue my journey,
Until I am done,
Across the desert I travel.
Keith Garrett
A PIECE OF YOUR LIFE
A PIECE OF YOUR LIFE
Amesbury, Massachusetts, a time long ago,
You were once so full of life, a young woman
with dreams.
Seasons of four, between warm Summer months
And the snow,
Your lovely smile, energy as only a young person
Would know.
A time before there were no children, a teen of the
Fifties,
Rock N' roll, Chuck Berry and Elvis, drive-in movies,
A young love.
Who watched you run under the Summer sun, with
Whom did you run,
What was it like to be only seventeen, dancing within
A dream.
Out on a Saturday night, convertible cars, a hamburger
Under the stars,
Did the boys chase you, as you would run with such a
Giggle, was this you?
Your name was Barbara Jean, friends and high school,
Back in the fifties,
A piece of your life, before you became a mother and a
Wife, your life.
Keith Garrett
1943 NICKEL
1943 NICKEL
A nickel I came upon, old is its age,
Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.
When it was made, which first pocket
Did hold,
A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.
Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio,
As time went by possibly a singer or olympian.
A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,
famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where
Could it be?
Beyond seventy years, this silver looking coin has
Traveled,
Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?
Keith Garrett
A BASEBALL DREAM
A BASEBALL DREAM
On a farm, he grew up, the early days of the game,
A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.
He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,
Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.
Disappeared without a trace, until he arrived on a day,
His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last chance.
For only a moment, he would stand beneath the lights,
A baseball dream, before he faded into the night.
Keith Garrett
100 YEARS FROM TODAY
100 YEARS FROM TODAY
Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,
History it is to us, read about in books of long lost times.
The days are always moving along, we do take for granted,
The morning,
The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading into
The night.
Here where we stand, may still be standing, another will
Be standing,
100 years from today, the world that we know will have
Much changed.
Just as we wonder, what life was like back in a time of
Cowboys and pioneers,
Tomorrow's people will also wonder and read about our
Time and place.
100 years from today, we will be a part of history, others
Will be amazed,
Just as we are amazed, and dream of those times when the
World appeared to be a dream.
Keith Garrett
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