IF I WASN'T ME


 You would not know me, my face, my name a 
 Mystery,


 The voice that becomes a stranger to you, 
 Would not be known.


 Pass me by without a thought, no emotion or  
 Care, a stare,


 There would for you be no memory of me, no 
 Late night dream.


 If I wasn't me, would you wish to see, hear, 
 Or smile at me,


 Would you be in want of a kiss without pain, 
 A touch with no scare.


 Would a second thought be a possibility if I 
 Was a different me,


 If I wasn't me, would you not forget me, would 
 I still be a something?

               Keith Garrett

             I DREAMED I WAS A COWBOY


 Dressed in jeans, a black hat and boots,


 On a horse of beautiful color, I rode.


 A ranch up high in Colorado, I dreamed,


 Working, putting up fences with cowboys.


 A long day was a good day for me,


 Up in the dark, before the roosters.


 Breakfast was early, earn your money,


 Sweat and a little fun, working in the sun.


 I dreamed I was a cowboy, riding the open land,


 The dreaming cowboy, is a hard working man.

           Keith Garrett

                                                                                          
               I AM SEVEN


 I chase butterflies and try to get moths 
 From vines,

 Model airplanes are a hobby done with my dad.


 A vegetable garden out back, chasing the 
 Icecream man,

 Coloring books and cartoons on a Saturday  
 Morning Is fine.

 A favorite cereal, lucky charms, and Frostio's, 
 A pop tart in my mind,

 Watching the Little Rascals, the three stooges, 
 Other favorite shows.

 Toaster pizzas and a glass of milk on a T.V. tray 
 On a late summer day,

 Riding my bike, through sprinklers we ran in the 
 Sun, A day for fun.

 I am seven as I would someday remember, walking 
 In the breeze, Climbing trees,

 I go to school, walk as I dream, I am a child of 
 Ninteen sixty nine, I am me.

 I run and play at recess with special friends who 
 I will soon never see again,

 My world is different when I am seven, no worries  
 Of the future, only a child's day,

 There is a magical side to my life today, what will 
 I remember of my time in a place.

                         Keith Garrett

                IN A PERFECT WORLD


 There would be no crime, no hurt filled minds,


 Not a broken heart, no sorrowful cries.


 No reason to say goodbye if no one went away 
 Or died,

 Trash on the ground would not be found.


 No hungry souls, no suffering for the old,


 Prejudice and hate would not look you in the eyes.


 No thought of murder, no wounds of war,


 Not a lie from a tongue that causes pain,


 Emotional scars would never be claimed.


 In a perfect world there would be no fear,


 Not a poisoned word heard from an ear,


 In a perfect world, heaven is the word.


           Keith Garrett

                                                                                              
                 MY HOMETOWN


 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, lightning 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 the name of 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

                 MY HOME IN A CAVE                  


 The world that I've known has been left behind, 
 Not much left,

 Destroyed by men who lead countries, those of 
 Great ignorance.

 They all wanted to rule the world, well! there's 
 Little now to rule,

 The mighty dollar is worth not much at this point 
 In time, listen why.

 We as humans took for granted a world, a life 
 Given by God, we gave up,

 Technology and discovery would be of value if 
 It was used for good and right.

 We abused it, bombs and chemicals were created 
 For power, us against them,

 Our world was being poisoned long before these  
 weapons of mass destruction were born.

 Animals being poisoned with substances that would 
 Cause an epidemic of illness,

 My home in a cave is now my only peace, Back to 
 Basics, Back to where we once were.


 I have only that which is needed to barely survive  
 in this new world created by man,

 There has not been a soul seen by me at this time,
 I'm in charge now, I make decisions.

 My home in a cave, A fire is made.  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                       
              MORE THAN A THEORY


 I can see the world crumbling, weighed down 
 By evil,


 It's overpowering the good and can be seen in 
 Many ways.


                                                                              
 Will the world soon disappear or change its 
 Ways,


                                                                                    
 More than a theory are many things I think,



                                                                              
 Assassinations and lies to the people are a 
 Reality.


 John Wilkes Boothe did not act alone, I don't 
 Think so,


 James Earl Ray, was he really alone on that sad 
 Day,


 Lee Harvey Oswald, who were the rest, what were 
 Their names?


 Sirhan Bishara Sirhan, did he act alone, will 
 Will we ever know,


 More than a theory, so many lies, unanswered 
 Questions,


                                                                                   More than a theory, corruption and guilty lies.

          Keith Garrett

                                                                                 
                 MORTAL, I AM


 To walk on water is an amazing thing, I  
 Can not do,

 Flying across the sky, never will I fly, a 
 Thought from my mind.

 Through walls of solid, never will my physical 
 Body walk,

 I have not the power to raise my hands and change 
 The world.

 To part, the sea is a wonder that I've not yet seen,


 Fire I can'not make rain from the sky, no not I.


 I have not the ability to hide from pain,


 Fear is an emotion that lives in the human being.


 I am not God for it is that I may bleed and do,


 I breathe the air but no guarantee of a tomorrow.


 Mortal, I am, for now here I'll stand and walk this 
 Land,

 Older I'll get as surely I will not live forever 
 In this place.

 One day I'll die and pray that my new home will be 
 Beyond the sky.

               Keith Garrett

                                                                                                      
             MORE THAN A MEMORY



                                                                               
 You drift backwards as I move forward in time,



                                                                               
 Existed for but a moment in this world of mine.



                                                                                  
 You were so very real, more than a memory,



 Our distance will come together, again we will meet,



 A smile on your face, you meant so much to me.



 More than a memory, personality, heart, and soul,



 You once walked this land, my father from a moment ago.


               Keith Garrett

             MR, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME? 
  Keith Garrett
 I am a human being,  Dirty are usually my 
 Clothes,

 Don't judge me by the way I look, I have 
 Something to say.

 I was born to this world equal to all other 
 Women and men,

 The road we're on isn't always our road chosen 
 But we move on.

 Many days and nights experiencing life have made 
 Me who I am,

 Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness 
 Have put me where I stand.

 Did I try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not 
 Have a steady plan,

 Inside of me, there exists a heart of a human,  treat
 Me like I matter if you can.


 Mr, can you spare me a dime? I'll be forever grateful  
 Whether you believe it or not,


 To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this 
 coin can possibly do for me.


 A collection from this as the embarrassment may   
 Not show helps me greatly, thank you,


 Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will  
 Be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime?