He walked the vale of upturned drawing pins, <br />Each step a stigma of unanswered sins. <br />Ahead, horizons never to be met, <br />Behind, reminders never to forget, <br />Above, a reject slip form Pearly Pete, <br />Below, A sorry soul beneath each feet.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-feet-below/
