Eric Cockrell


Nothing Owned, Nothing Lost - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i dont feel the need
to ever own again.
houses, cars, credit cards
mean nothing to me!
we ate well tonite,
the house is quiet
and the man in the mirror
is fading day by day.

we never own each other,
never even own our children.
all that is will pass
into memory.
and that is enough.

all that will remain
is the kind word,
the soft touch,
the moments spent listening,
the hand-up given without thinking...
and the pictures painted
and left behind... without taking,
without grasping, without naming!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, June 20, 2011


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