Don’t go anywhere, this is your day to see a piece of the world,

A chance for you to stop for just a short time and look around.

See the day, stand and watch the sunrise as it is early morning,

Awake are the birds, nature is alive working always to survive.

A slight breeze, feel It as there is no other place for you to be,

Watch the branches dance as the shadows follow along.

See the beautiful, blue, sky, maybe a few clouds drifting on by,

See the day, watch the people moving, wandering many different ways.

Notice the beauty of plants you take each day for granted, beauty seen,

See the sun travel as time ticks away, soon the end of your rare, never forgotten day.

See the day, never to busy to see the beginning or end to your everyday.

Keith Garrett

I have had my share of physical and emotional hurt, I stand strong,

When It Is said that I’m a mean sort of man, then you don’t know who I am.

If talk about me and criticism without the facts behind my back Is what you choose,

Not a friend of mine you will find when your mouth opens much to wide.

My struggles are accepted, I bow down to no one for anything,

I’ve been laughed at for my writing by mostly those whom should love and support me.

When you think you know me whether you do or you don’t,

What kind of person might you be If you wish failure and hurt on me.

Music is fine as Bruce Springsteen the boss Is one listened to anytime,

I walk the miles and feel sorry for those whom wear not a smile.

If you have not a care then shake not this mans working hand,

When you think you know me, think again, are you really family or friend.

Keith Garrett

I’m sorry I couldn’t get you to listen, you didn’t want to hear,

So sorry when I tried to explain, you responded with a hand to my face.

I couldn’t quite understand when you asked a question of me,

I had no time to finish with an answer, to attack was all you could understand.

You didn’t listen, or understand, because you showed no care, what a man,

I was not a child of perfection, I’m sorry you had to teach me with pain.

Never would you believe in me whether right or wrong,

I saw the anger on your face, did the raising of your hand make you feel strong.

You had no right, did you even think, I was just a kid, you were suppose to be a man,

I’m sorry you had your problem, do you remember being a boy,

Did your dad use a belt like you, well Mr. I’ll always remember your name.

Keith Garrett

From where my world began throughout my travels to different lands,

The history of my life up until this point has been written and put in a box.

I’m still young, but what is young, a number attached to the years lived here,

It’s a feeling inside, energy that you put out and the wanting of life keeps you young.

If I ever grow old then I’ll have been the lucky one, given a gift of more time to dream,

My book of life will be full of pages that describe who I am and then one day was.

There will be many thoughts and memories of a mans life, pictures of my existence,

Will I be forever remembered or perhaps thought of by those still living.

Will only the name of me, that which was given be all that rests of my life,

If I ever grow old will I be of good health and mind to sit back in a rocking chair

So that my children or Grandchildren may listen to me as I share my thoughts.

If I ever grow old then to the lord I’ll thank for this book of life full of stories told.

Keith Garrett

Not in god have I lost my faith but in society, the human race,

Back stabbing liars, it may be that they are friend or foe.

Family, there can be nothing more Important or precious in life,

In the end at times it is that strangers they’ve become, a tragedy it is.

The work place, to give your heart and soul for such a long while,

No more words do they speak as their backs are turned on you.

Soon we’ll have no name, a number is all that remains, so Insane,

Around our world, deception, crime, and corruption never go away.

Losing faith, again not with god In heaven but in what Is called humanity,

Not about negativity or being of positive thoughts, something is wrong.

We are at the mercy of an entity, those we do not see, power and money Indeed,

There is no control for us the average mortal being, we live in the lions den.

Keith Garrett

In the dark of night, quiet, all things sit still,

Do they, while we slumber is all quiet and still.

What goes on while we dream, Is the house the same,

Are we safe with our eyes closed, does something watch.

What noises, creeks, or anything live within the silence,

when we’re asleep what is it we do not see, things of everyday.

The doors do not move just as the chairs remain in place,

We might think the house comes to life in our wondering minds.

How can we truly know while we slumber the happenings around us,

Fore we must sleep or forever dream with one eye open to the darkness.

While we slumber, we should not fear or have to wonder.

Keith Garrett

UNDER A TREE, SHE CRIES

A sunny day, a shaded tree, she rests,

See her do I as passing by, she cries.

Why do you he tears, what makes you cry,?

Such a beautiful day, do things not go your way.?

Why do I cry asks the man walking by, why,?

A friend has just died, she wanders now in the sky.

Sick was she as on this day god has taken her away,

Forever missed will be a friend of mine, not fair I say.

Hear what I say as under a tree you cry,

Her pain and suffering are no more, listen too just why.

She lies on the earth as her spirit so happy, says goodbye,

Laughing with Angels, walking forever with the lord up so high.

Under a tree she cries, I walked her way at a most perfect time.

Keith Garrett

What is it that takes from us the quiet peace of the night,

Sitting back relaxing, sounds come screaming from a distance.

Painful to the ears and mind, not pleasant this sound at times,

Blessings of music if at this moment a life may be on the line.

Lights of beauty or lights of darkness and pain are noticed in the dark,

Different lights and sirens depending on what danger haunts the night.

A fire in a house, a soul stricken with sickness takes a team of heroes seen,

Crime in the streets, those without morals come out after the sun fades away.

Another type of man and woman steps out into the dark when bad shows up,

Sirens in the night, sirens of peace, sirens and lights that might save a life.

Keith Garrett

He has a name, lives does he in a neighborhood, maybe yours,

You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school, he still lives.

He knows of many people and he’ll meet many more, not a friend is he,

I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my childhood reality.

More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was special as

He followed me through my younger days or waited for me to get to school.

He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully whom waits everyday,

Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the peaceful one.

The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways are found out,

Although he will lose his power, again he is born with another face.

I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces of ugliness,

He can no longer touch me, He knows i’m not afraid.

The bully goes to far and each day he disappears.

Keith Garrett

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 hour glass 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

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