Every Drop Of Rain!

i am too old (and stubborn)
to change direction now!
my feet, though tired and weary,
have walked this path for years.

my battles have left me stripped
of the things i didnt need....
of the things that had hold of me,
the things that had no value...

knowing that i know no more
than what i have felt and seen.
knowing that i know no less
than who i've touched, where i've been...

eyes grown dim still fixed,
on that light on a faraway hill.
hands and heart steady open,
giving as fast as i receive....

with gratitude for each moment,
passionate hunger that never fades...
i'd say farewell but i'm not leaving,
i'll remain as long as the wind,

in every dropp of rain!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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