Eric Cockrell

Burns, And Burns, And Burns.... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

the poet burns, and burns, and burns...
warm your feet, cook your meal,
read by this light...
tell the ones you love
that you love them...
here where shadows cannot destroy...
take the bread of this body,
and feed just one of the hungry...
take these eyes, let humanity see justice.
take these feet, and walk the path.
take these hands and build a home.
take this heart, and love your neighbor...
take these wings, fly free at last!

Comments about Burns, And Burns, And Burns.... by Eric Cockrell

  • (8/21/2012 3:41:00 PM)

    Take these wings, fly free at last, a fantastic line.
    One day freedom may be for everybody, we can hope.
    A great poem.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012

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