Treasure Island

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!

Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2011
Edited: Friday, October 28, 2011

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  • Jacqui Broad (10/28/2011 12:37:00 AM)

    By reading your poems, sir, you really have seen it all. Well expressed feelings while turning inside for a while. (Report) Reply

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