Beggers, Scoundrels, And Saints # 2 Poem by Eric Cockrell

barrel fires, pure desire,
holy men with
dirty hands.

feel the blood, wade through mud,
you know a man
is just a man.

not what you gained, how hard you strained,
but what you gave
without looking back.

the simple things, the human dreams,
two people walking,
one set of tracks.

children of the stars, destiny calls.
climb over hurdles, walk through walls.
what can be held holds what cant....
beggers, scoundrels, and saints!