i am the match <br />...for the fire not lit, <br />......the cup that holds, <br /> <br />..no water! <br />...the wheel that turns <br />....while standing still, <br /> <br />the prayer lost in the mail. <br />..the leaf that clings <br />.....to the barelimbed tree, <br /> <br />the fallen tree where small things live. <br />....the one who digs <br />.......the unmarked graves, <br /> <br />who cleans the stalls by moonlight. <br />....the last cross <br />......on that faraway hill, <br /> <br /> the one who pulls <br />.....the blanket o'er the body.... <br /> <br />i am the song, <br />.....and the gentle hand, <br /> <br />i was not born to follow!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-was-not-born-to-follow/
