Walk The Line Poem by gershon hepner
Walk The Line
Everyone knows where the sun must go down
but yet in our easterly dash
we swim to the west without lifebelts and drown
like Johnny, the man they called Cash.
Walk the line while wearing black,
fall each time you climb,
doing, never to come back,
Folsom Prison time.
The train which is a-comin’ is
around the bend, he said,
our rolling stock is life, show biz
for us while nearly dead.
9/12/03
Yeah but Gershon, there was a lot of myths surrounding the old man. he wasn't in prison for killing anyone, he spent a few days locked up for being drunk. 'I love his rendition of his son-in-law's song, 'The beast in me'. He sang it on his last TV appearance. I like the poem Gershon but it's effect is reduced by the inclusion of the obituary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:06:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Gershon, A good tribute poem. I like the title very much. We must all walk that line. 10 from admiring his style Tai