Traces Poem by Smoky Hoss

Walking down the road
looking for a purpose;
wondering why so much of life
can come and hurt us -
Crossed the dam
over the flowing river,
saw all those cracks
it made me shiver -
Sometimes it gets hard to see
the traces,
here and there, now and then
found in passing faces -
There's nothing greater
through all the difficult miles,
than to look into the eyes of a sweet child
and see hope, undefiled -
We all get old
and worn out,
but there really is a Way
to find what this is all about -
So let that forlorn tear
run down your wrinkled old cheek,
and never forget earth and heaven belong
to the small, the lonely and the meek -