gonna lay down my pen, <br />and pick up a hammer. <br />gonna build a house big enough <br />to house all the homeless. <br />gonna build a bridge <br />over the chasm of need. <br />then i'm gonna lay down my hammer, <br />and pick up the cookpot. <br />gonna fill it with enough food <br />to feed all the hungry. <br />gonna build a fire <br />that both lights the way <br />and warms... <br />gonna talk, and listen, <br />and really hear! <br />gonna show them how to plant, <br />and how to work the fields. <br />gonna work side by side, <br />and know every man's name. <br />gonna take everything <br />that i've seen and felt, <br />and lay it like an offering <br />on the path to tomorrow. <br />then i'm gonna put on my hat, <br />and walk out the door... <br />never to be heard from again!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-to-be-heard-from-again/
