Eric Cockrell - Leaving The Past Behind!

just a two-bit guitar pickin' poet
walking barefoot in dew damp grass;
the fire still shining in eyes

that have seen it all,
and then some....
nothing in his pockets....

grey hair falling 'neath his hat,
bathed in the morning sun;
a half smile on his hardened jaw...

going out to meet the devil,
or the Lord, tomorrow or infinity,
with a song and a dream

still intact.... and a heart
whose door opens both ways...
leaving the past behind!

Eric Cockrell

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