just a two-bit guitar pickin' poet <br />walking barefoot in dew damp grass; <br />the fire still shining in eyes <br /> <br />that have seen it all, <br />and then some.... <br />nothing in his pockets.... <br /> <br />grey hair falling 'neath his hat, <br />bathed in the morning sun; <br />a half smile on his hardened jaw... <br /> <br />going out to meet the devil, <br />or the Lord, tomorrow or infinity, <br />with a song and a dream <br /> <br />still intact.... and a heart <br />whose door opens both ways... <br />leaving the past behind!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-the-past-behind-2/
