HE HAD EVERYTHING


                                                                                 
 He had everything, he could not see what he had,


                                                                                     
 More money than a man could spend forever,


                                                                                
 His sins would cost him plenty, no money could fix.



 Hurting his wife and daughter, broken hearts were 
 Theirs,


 Through his deceit and crimes, a lesson might be 
 Learned,


 He did not learn as it was money and blackmail that 
 Prevailed.


 He escaped his dirty deeds as false faces were worn 
 With greed,


 He still had everything but in the end a man and 
 Family had nothing.

                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                                
                 HANGMAN


 On a dirty street, in a western town back in time,  
 The gallows,

 He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows 
 Drift with time.

 He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of 
 Darkness,

 Not a ruler  but he holds the authority to life and 
 Death.

 A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for 
 Those who sin,

 You  didn't just break the law, the ultimate crime 
 Lived in your mind.

 A life you did take, murder will get you a date 
 With the hangman,

 Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, 
 Guns an every day tool.

 When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of 
 Criminal deeds will do him in,

 The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, 
 Each step you will sweat.

 A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman 
 Does have his day.
                   Keith Garrett

                                                                                      
                  BLUE JEANS


 Antique in time,  from the seventies, a pair 
 So fine,


 I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another 
 Day.


 A touch faded were they,  comfortable in a certain way,



 Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,



 A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?



 Blue jeans I took from a shelf,  dusty, aged from time, 



 They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.

                   Keith Garrett

                    RUST FROM TIME


 Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost 
 With what life takes away,

 A bicycle of color sits for years until its age
 Is seen through cobwebs so clear.

 A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten 
 Treasures are again a thought,

 Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks 
 Of ghosts, friends we knew.

 Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once  
 Knew those with faces and names,

 Hills where we wandered have disappeared with this 
 Changing world.

 Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children 
 We knew all go away,

 There are those times when I can just stand there and 
 Somewhere in the wind,

 When the night is quiet, there's a fragrance in the air,  
 That feeling of yesterday.

 Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all 
 Go our seperate ways,

 Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.

 Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the 
 Mrmories in our minds for just a little while longer.

  
              Keith Garrett

                     GUARANTEES 


 In my life hoping to awake each day,


 With no guarantees of even this, or that the 
 End of it I'll even see.

 To fall in love with a woman of my dreams,


 Isn't promised to me that it will reach the end 
 Of the road.

 It isn't written in stone that anything will 
 Work out,

 Take a chance do we and see it through.


 No one told you that you would get your own way,


 Just try what you can and see how it plays.


 This world gives us no guarantees of anything,


 If we don't give it a try, accomplish or overcome 
 We will not.
                     Keith Garrett

            TAKE HOLD AND DON'T LET GO


 Trust In me, follow me to the end of the world,


 I'll walk with you, trust me love, I'll take you 
 There.

 Promises are empty words with no meaning,


 Take hold of my hand and I'll show you who I am.


 Run with me my friend, pick up your feet and run,


 We'll follow the sun across the sand, we'll run 
 With the wind.

 Speak to you do I with true words from my heart,


 With what you know about me can you understand.


 See these eyes as they tell you a story of a mans' 
 Life,

 Don't let go of things' shared by two, of what you 
 Know.

 In me the fire, you are the peaceful breeze,


 At times' the fall of rain for me Is needed,


 Fore you at times' are the wind.


 Take hold and don't let go of the love and care,


 That may come along not so often In a lifetime.

                                                                                 
   Keith Garrett

                 COLORS OF EMOTION


 Sad was the day as a man passed my way, tear 
 Down his face,

 Was blue the shade he wore as he faded beyond 
 My sight?

 Anger was in her heart, on her face shone through 
 Like fire,

 Would red be a noticeable color, a shade she wears 
 Into her day?

 Jealousy fills many thoughts from those with 
 Insecure hearts,

 So is green your color chosen as you journey out 
 Into a world begins?

 Fear Is an emotion, a boy was so afraid that he 
 Huddled in a corner,

 Does he see yellow fore there's a difference as he's 
 Not a coward?

 Pain and despair of the sick and elderly are seen in 
 Our world today,

 Colors of emotion, do they wear, possess the images of
 Black and purple,

 What color of emotion do you wear regularly, what shade 
 On this day.
                     Keith Garrett 

               HOME YOU GO


 Close your eyes and open your mind,


 Take a trip, home you go back to the snow.


 You were only a child, a young boy back then,


 Not so long ago to remember again.


 Woods of trees, Christmas times that can never 
 Again be,

 Icicles hanging from the roof tops, snowmen at your 
 Feet.

 Watch as it falls, snowballs made from the ground,


 Grapes hanging on vines, friends back in time.


 From thoughts you'll see the house where you once 
 Lived,

 See it from so long ago, life was beautiful,


 Leave it there, any pain or sorrow, bury it deep 
 In the snow.

 It lives in your mind, let the sadness go,


 Remember a place called Amesbury, for an uncle named Joe.


                 Keith Garrett   

                                                                                     
           I AM NOT A RICH MAN

                                                                                           
              BUT RICH I AM


 I do not own a home or a treasure chest of gold,


 Stocks and bonds are few, diamonds are a little too.


 I am not a rich man as calculated by statistics and 
 Daily man,

 A special car or a vacation home does not show of my 
 Value.

 I am not a rich man, estimated by paper money or 
 Material things,

 But rich I am, If life is valued in a simple way, 
 Just a regular day.

 These things are free but of gold bars to me, listen 
 To what makes a rich man,

 If love is in your day then rich you are in a most 
 Special way.

 I can walk and see with my every day, I breathe freely,
 I'm okay,

 A roof over my head, clothes on my back, never to bed 
 Am I hungry.

 So much can cost money, beauty, staying healthy, a song 
 You sing is free,

 But rich I am, with that which is mine and my thoughts 
 Every way.

                Keith Garrett

                                                                               
            GLOVES ON HIS HANDS


 He trains on his own, a hard and painful, 
 Lonely, road,

 Up with the sun, a day that's never done.


 A boxing man, at times, beaten and battered,


 Win or lose, he'll give it all that he can.


 Blood is hs sacrifice, swollen knuckles, and hands,


 Stands and faces the enemy, twelve rounds if he can.


 Knocked to the canvas, back on his feet is this man,


 Eyes that are half closed, strength of a warrior.


 This chosen life, a courageous man with gloves on his
 Hands,

 A champion, a winner no matter the outcome.

                             Keith Garrett