we earn the body of struggle. <br />time beaten well worn pages <br />of a book no one cares to read... <br />anymore. <br />having learned to trust what we feel, <br />what we know that no one can take, <br />and to question everything else! <br />what we've lost merely feeds the fire, <br />what we've given at all costs remains. <br />and the truth we know is the pathway <br />of the heart... our feet bruised <br />by stones and hard travel... keep walking. <br />this body of struggle laid down... and the box <br />opens, letting the bird fly free. <br />we are the bird, the wings, and the <br />spirit... we leave the body for our <br />children! <br /> <br />from a song i wrote 43 years ago: <br />'travellin' on, <br />aint nobody gonna miss me when i'm gone. <br />my body is weary, but my will is strong... <br />reckon i'll be, travellin' on.'<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-body-of-struggle/
